Part 6 Dean's POV

THEN

With a hitch of a breathe I knelt on my haunches to pick it up, my stomach dropped with a thud as I held my baby sister's beloved baseball cap in my shaking hands. My fingers traced the words inscribed onto the material, Born To Be Wild, words that spoke true about Chris.

"Don't worry Chrissie," I whispered. "We're comin' for ya."

NOW

I was livin' my worst freakin' nightmare. Hunting those demonic sonabitches and sending them straight back to hell was top priority in my things to do list. Before I could storm in and kill them I had to have my baby sister by my side, safe and without a scratch. If they bruised or maimed her in any way it would be the last thing they would do on this god forsaken planet. Nobody and I mean nobody touches my little sister. The smell of the kiwi shampoo the kid used wafted into my nostrils as I inhaled the familiar smell from the cap. The kid wore the cap so much it reeked of the stuff. If the kid was there at that moment she would have said:

"Dude why are you sniffin' my hat? God, I hope it ain't a new fetish"

Dad was silent but I knew the cogs and wheels in his head were turning frantically. Slowly he eased his way over to the kitchenette table and pulled out a marked out map. We had been tracking the demons down for the past two days and we tagged two locations in which they used as base camp. First there was an old derelict barnyard on the entrance to town. The owners had kicked the bucket years ago and nobody decided to move in since…well whenever the owners kicked the bucket I guess. Seemed to be a good hideout. Next was an empty boathouse at the harbour, used to store fishing nets and ropes. My logic pointed towards the boathouse.

"I hope to God we find her in time" muttered Dad, a sense of defeat in his voice.

"Don't think like that Dad!," I said in shock which turned to outrage. "How can you think like that! This is Chris, not some random stranger!"

Slamming his fist on the table Dad shot his daggers at me. His eyes weary with age and guilt ridden anguish.

"There are things you don't know about your sister…."

"What the hell are you talking about Dad? What things?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, and after realising a shaking sign he continued:

"That night of the fire, I can't help but think that whatever killed your mother…was after Chris…and now…."

He paused and bit his lip furiously.

"….it's tracked her down, and I can't do anything about it because I haven't found the answers. God….I should have tried harder…all these years of protecting her and I've failed. I've failed my baby girl."

This was something I had never seen in Dad before, something I hadn't seen in years. Dad was actually showing a different emotion. He got up abruptly and entered the bathroom. Knowing better I didn't follow or persist with questions. My nightmare was getting worse. I slumped on the couch, the kid's baseball cap still in my hands. Suddenly it occurred to me, Chris carried her cell phone in her jeans pocket. She had a saying for her cell phone:

"My cell is so old, I have to throw coal in it"

Delving into my own pocket I pulled out my own cell phone. Would it work? I prayed to who ever was listening upstairs, for Chris to have her cell with her, wherever she was. After pressing dial on her number I waited for several seconds, hoping for her to answer. There was a click and a sound from the other end.

"This is the brat Winchester's captor speaking," came the voice, female and by the sounds a right bitch. "How may I direct this call?"

With flared nostrils and gritted teeth I was very keen to give this bitch a piece of my mind.

"Where is my sister you black eyed skank!" I snarled.

"Just a moment" replied the demon in a cutesy pie manner.

I could make out several crackles before I shudder with angst as I could pick up whimpers and a loud rip. Then came the sound I had been dying to hear, and just as Dad exited the bathroom with an inquiring expression.

The voice sounded small, afraid, upset and broken. I could help but smile on hearing:

"Dean? Is that you?"

To be continued…

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