Drawing is a keen hobby of mine. Well, put it this way, when you've been stuck in a car or motel room for hours on end, could you really blame me for doing something else, other than research. My scribbles and doodles would never enter the Louvre, put it that way. Basically, they have a Tim Burton look about them.
My journal only has one entry so far, alongside some other things; such as a small map of the USA that I cut out of a geography textbook, and used colored dots to pin point areas that Wendigos are mostly found. The next was a detailed summary of the Chupacabra mythology. Apart from that, my journal was still in early development.
As I sat in the back seat of the car, doodling away at another crude creation, to finish off my Chupacabra section, my brothers kept a vigilant eye on Monica's house.
"Maybe we could tell them there's a gas leak," said Sam. "Might, get them out of the house for a few hours."
Ah screw it, my pen ran out of ink. Annoyed, I tossed the pen back into my bag pack, followed by my journal.
"Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us?" replied Dean.
Must be nice to live in a house, free of clutter and empty bottles of whiskey.
"We could always tell them the truth," suggested Sam, which caused Dean and I to raise our eyebrows. "No, I know, I know. It's just, with what's coming for these people…."
Yeah, telling the truth would go down a real storm. There is nothing more terrifying that some wackadoodle saying that they fight the paranormal and supernatural for a living. That's the cue for the straitjacket and padded room.
"We only got one move and you know it. We gotta wait for that demon to show itself and then, we get it before it gets them" responded Dean.
I sighed heavily, whilst watching out the car window, my fingers twirling my amulet.
"I wonder how Dad is doing" I said.
I hated this situation, it reeked of something bad, and I knew that Dean felt that same way.
"I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up" replied Dean.
If that were the case, I know I would be told to stay, as if I was some disobedient puppy. Sam scoffed slightly.
"And I'd feel a lot better if he were here backing us up" he added.
Not matter how much I tried to keep an optimistic view on the situation at hand, I still didn't trust it.
"This is weird," said Sam, with a strange glimmer in his eyes. "After all these years, we're finally here. Doesn't seem real."
I would be surprised if I was gonna be allowed to join my brothers, when the demon eventually showed up on the scene. Still, this whole thing is my fight too, and I'm never one to walk away from confrontation. That's always my trouble at school, challenging bigger and more stronger people. That's not healthy in this line of occupation.
"We just gotta keep our heads and do our job, like always" answered Dean.
He sounded nervous, but was doing a good job in hiding it.
"Yeah, but this isn't like always," added Sam, the strange glimmer still in his eyes. "Dean, I wanna thank you."
My eldest brother seemed puzzled.
"For what?" he asked.
I continued to observe Monica's house, whilst playing with my amulet in a thoughtful manner.
"Just for everything. You've always had my back, y' know," answered Sam, with a slight smile on his face. "Even when I couldn't count on anyone, I could always count on you. And now, I don't know, I just wanted to let you know. Just in case."
I frowned. Ah hell, now I see the conclusion to this speech. Uh, no, I was not wanting to listen to this kinda bullshit, and neither was Dean.
"Whoa, whoa! Are you kidding me?" demanded Dean. "Don't say, 'Just in case something happens to you.' I don't wanna hear that freakin' speech, man. Alright, look, nobody's dying tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch isn't getting any older than tonight. You understand me?"
Sam nodded, as I leaned forward.
"I'll second that" I said.
Time slowly moved on, and Dean was becoming frustrated that Dad wasn't answering his phone. A funny buzzing sound began to circle around the car.
Once again, I leaned forward, and rested my arms against the back of my brothers' seats. Sam and I then stared at the car radio, the origins of the static. Suddenly, the neighbourhood lights began to flicker, and the wind howled all around us.
"It's coming" said Sam.
And with that, my siblings and I were spurred into action mode. We carefully sneaked into Monica's house, making sure were avoiding making a single sound that could give us away. Still, we didn't predict the baseball wielding husband to arrive on the scene so soon.
"Get outta my house!" shouted Monica's husband, swinging the baseball bat. "Get outta my house!"
Dean managed to pin him against the wall, and thankfully avoided being clomped around the head with the baseball bat.
"Whoa, whoa. Be quiet and listen. We are trying to help you. Okay?" said Dean, desperately trying to calm the husband down.
Matters weren't made easier, as Monica began to call downstairs for her husband.
"Monica, get the baby!" yelled the husband.
Shit! I quickly made a beeline for the stairs, my heart racing with adrenaline. Sam followed close behind, not wanting me to be alone in this scenario.
"Don't go in the nursery!" I ordered.
Since it was dark, the husband assumed I was a young teenage boy. The nerve of that.
"You stay away from her!" shrieked the husband.
As Sam and I hurried down the upper floor landing, we heard a loud commotion coming from the nursery.
A dark figure stood beside the baby's crib, as Monica called for her daughter, from the ceiling. Sam gasped and pushed me behind him, as we stared into the demon's glowing yellow eyes. Sam fired the Colt, yet as the travelling bullet ventured towards its aimed target, the demon vanished.
Monica dropped onto the ground, and landed heavily on her knees.
"Where the hell did he go?" demanded Sam, frustrated that the demon had disappeared.
Aware, that time was running out, I shoved Monica towards Sam.
"Go with them!" I instructed, just as Dean arrived in the nursery. "I'll get Rosie."
My brothers bolted out of the room, with Monica, as I carefully scooped up the baby, right before it burst into bright orange flames. Failure was not an option in the situation, by any means. I couldn't have that on my conscience.
"Jesus Christ," I gasped, as I hurried out of the flaming nursery, with the squirming baby in my arms. "Ah, shit, don't drop the baby. Don't drop the baby"
I cringed in fear at the idea of dropping the baby, as I galloped down the staircase. Smoke was engulfing the whole house. Suddenly, the nursery window exploded, and sparks of fire and debris rained down onto the front lawn. I heard several yells, one being the baby's parents, and my brothers. I barrelled out of the front door, with the baby still in tact in my shaking arms.
"Thank you" said a tearful and shaken Monica, as I returned her baby daughter.
Before I could nod, I was yanked back by Dean.
"Pull a stunt like that again, and I swear I'll barbeque you myself!" he shouted.
I put my hands up in self defence.
"Hey, I was closer to the crib, besides, you and Sam had to get Monica out. I wasn't gonna be the spare dummy" I responded. "At least I didn't break it on the way out!"
Sam's eyes widened, to which me and Dean followed his gaze. The demon stood, staring at us from the broken window, surrounded by flames.
"It's still in there" said Sam, venturing towards the smoke filled front door.
Dean pulled him back, using all his strength to fight against Sam's clear intention of going back into the burning house.
"Dean, let me go! It's still in there!" roared Sam.
He continued to struggle with my eldest brother. I would join in too, but I would only get knocked to the ground, since I'm not as strong.
"It's suicide!" yelled Dean.
Sam seemed adamant.
"I don't care!" he answered.
Dean then shoved him back, his eyes filled with frustration.
"I do!" he replied.
As the flames developed and grew larger, the demon vanished once again.
Later, tension was building back in the motel room. Dad was still not answering his phone, and that was never a good sign. I stood with my back to my brothers, staring out of the window, hoping to catch sight of my Dad's truck. I gripped onto my amulet, so much that I ended up with its protective sigils grooved onto my palm.
"Something's wrong" said Dean, after another failed attempt to call Dad's cell phone.
I scoffed loudly, as I folded my arms. My eyes still glaring out the window.
"Huh, I've been saying that, since we arrived here in Salvation in the first place" I responded, turning around to face my brothers.
Sam sat on the edge of the bed, in an aggravated manner, his eyes fixed on the floor.
"Dean, if you had just let me go in there, I could have ended all this" he started, his clenched fists shaking with inner rage.
I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. Conflict, number how the hell should I know.
"Sam, the only thing you were gonna end was your life" remarked Dean.
Sam raised his head, his eyes glaring at Dean.
"You don't know that" he said.
My eldest brother was becoming more agitated each second.
"So, what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?" questioned Dean.
Defiant, Sam rose to his full height.
"Yeah," he answered. "Yeah, you're damn right I am."
Nevertheless, Dean still refused to listen to Sam's either bold or reckless statement.
"Well, that's not gonna happen. Not long as I'm around" added Dean.
Once more, I dramatically rolled my eyes, before pinching the bridge of my nose.
"What the hell are you talking about, Dean? We've been searching for this demon for over fourteen years! It's the only thing we've ever cared about" stated Sam.
Story of our lives really. Oh great, my headache was returning. Should I intervene? Nah, I'll leave it for now, since nobody has thrown a punch yet.
"Sam, I wanna waste it. I do. Okay? But it's not worth dying over. I mean it," said Dean, much to Sam's distaste. "If hunting this demon means you getting yourself killed, I hope we never find the damn thing."
I cringed, as I was aware that things were gonna erupt soon enough, and having a growing headache was making things worse.
"That thing killed Jess," began Sam. "That thing killed Mom."
I still think I was brought into this world, to mop up my brothers bloody noses, and be their damn umpire.
"You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never coming back" stated Dean.
Suddenly, an enraged Sam launched himself at Dean, and slammed him into the wall. Cue the littlest umpire.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" I shouted, diving between them, and trying to pull them apart.
"Don't you say that!" growled Sam, as he glared at Dean, his eyes brimming with anger and emotion. "Not you! Not after all this. Don't you say that!"
I tugged at Sam's arms, trying to break the confrontation apart, but to no avail.
"Let him go, Sam!" I barked. "Calm down!"
I'm surprised Dean maintained his poker face throughout this.
"Sammy, look," he began, his eyes also filled with emotion. "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 Chrissie, or Dad, I…."
Looking as if he was gonna burst into tears at any moment, Sam quickly pulled away, and patted me on the shoulder. Yeah, I'm gonna have a bruise on that shoulder by tomorrow morning.
"Dad, he should've called by now," remarked Sam, trying to compose himself. "Try him again."
I pulled out my cell phone this time around.
"I'll call him," I muttered. "We might strike lucky, and he'll answer this time."
I dialled Dad's number, and waited for him to pick up. Thankfully, Dad answered this time. My relieved expression soon changed within a fact of seconds, as I recognised the voice on the other end of the line. It wasn't my father. It was Meg.
"You kids really screwed up this time" she said.
My terrified expression, then resulted in Dean yanking the phone out of my hand.
"Where is he?!" demanded Dean.
Judging by the look on his face, the reply wasn't good. Things were going from bad to worse. Typical.
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