Thank you everyone for review and favourite my story, i´m glad you all enjoy it, but still, i apologise for the rushing ending, i´m kinding of having lost my ideas, so i just resume everything, to finish it the best way.
Thank you one more timeand hope to see you at my next project
Dr. Serpico
THE DEMON FROM 1913 – Part 5
Once the demon had been vanquished, the Italian Benefit Society became just an old decrypted building, but as the town still reminded of the three children and a teenager, that were hurt and the two mine workers that were killed, the mayor decided to demolish the building. However, he promised to build a memorial on the site, for all the 1913 massacre victims and the two other miners who dies in there.
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The next morning, after John and Jerry finished the hunt they had started, Dean woke up in the hospital much to John's relief. Even with the broken arm and leg, Dean was in no danger.
It was during Dean's three day stay at the hospital, John and Dean had serious talk about maturity and responsibilities. Dean sincerely promised to do better which made John utter the five words Dean thought he'd never hear, "I'm proud of you, Dean."
But before John could completely forgive Dean he needed to apologize to Sam, which Dean did at the hospital when Sam came to visit and make fun of his brother for getting hurt.
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The Winchesters decided to stay in town till Dean fully recover, after all, as John said, he won't be able to watch both Sammy and Dean alone, so he decided to stay till at least the beginning the next year and go back to Lawrence, Kansas, in order to get a real job and get Sam in some special school. In the meantime, he continued to work at the Hotel and helped in the Italian Benefit Society's demolishing.
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Then, the second week of 1998, he thanked the Pole Family for their hospitality and promised to came back as soon as they could, in order to visit and see the memorial the mayor had planned to build.
The only one who didn´t enjoyed John´s decision, was young Christina, as the girl get attached to the Winchester family, especially Sam, during their time in Calumet, it was kind of hard to her, seen they leaving.
She insisted to them to stay and even told John that the boys could sleep in her room if they wanted and in response, the older man who found her a incredible little girl, just bent down and hugged her, thanking her for be a good friend to Sam, helping him and taking care of him, but, even if they needed to go, she was going to be always welcome for a visit.
"John," Amanda walked out holding a paper plate with a small mountain of sandwiches wrapped in plastic wrap. "I made these for your trip."
"You didn't have to." John gratefully took the plate and set them on top of the his impala. "Thanks."
"Well you did my family and this town a favor. I wish I could help some more."
"You've done plenty." John said smiling and looked up as Sam jumped off the top of the steps and laughed as he pointed behind him.
"I win, Dean!" He exclaimed before Dean appeared with a slightly pale face an arm still in a sling and walked with a slight limp.
"Yeah, I knew you would. You were always the faster one." Dean chuckled before catching eyes with John. John smiled back at him.
''Sammy, you are not forgetting anything?'' the father asked and in response, the special pre-teen looked confused at him. ''tell your friend bye, bye and say thank you, to Mrs. Pole'' upon hearing this, Sam immediately ran to Amanda and Jerry and engulfed both woman and man in a hug
''thank you, Mrs. Pole, thank you, Mr. Pole'' he said ''bye, bye, Chris, I hope you came to visit'' Sam smiled.
''it was nice to meet you too, Sammy'' she smiled ''here, I have this book to you'' Christina said giving her fiend a copy of Green Eggs and Ham, by Doc Seuss
''Sam I Am!'' exclaimed the older/younger boy, taking his present ''you read to me, Daddy?''
''as soon as we got to Uncle Bobby I will'' John smiled and after Dean thanked everyone and John shook hands with Mr. and Mrs. Pole, the tree Winchesters got into the car and drive away from Calumet, without looking back.
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''you know dad'' Dean commented after a few minutes of ride. Sam was sleeping at the backseat and father and Son, decided to have some adult conversation for a while. ''I think our time here have been educational, you know'' he said
''no, I don't, what are you mean, Dean?'' the father asked confuse
''whatever we pass by a historical place, better if we don't get in'' Dean started ''otherwise, we will have problems'' the young man laughed and in response, John just rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Things are finally getting back to normal between him and his sons, as norml could be.
THE END
And now, a little song, telling the true story of the 1913 events...
1913 Massacre
Woody Guthrie
Take a trip with me in 1913,
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.
I will take you to a place called Italian Hall,
Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.
I will take you in a door and up a high stairs,
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,
I will let you shake hands with the people you see,
And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas tree.
You ask about work and you ask about pay,
They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day,
Working the copper claims, risking their lives,
So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives.
There's talking and laughing and songs in the air,
And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere,
Before you know it you're friends with us all,
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear all this fun you would not realize,
That the copper boss' thug men are milling outside.
The copper boss' thugs stuck their heads in the door,
One of them yelled and he screamed, "there's a fire,"
A lady she hollered, "there's no such a thing.
Keep on with your party, there's no such thing."
A few people rushed and it was only a few,
"It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you,"
A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down,
But the thugs held the door and he could not get out.
And then others followed, a hundred or more,
But most everybody remained on the floor,
The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke,
While the children were smothered on the stairs by the door.
Such a terrible sight I never did see,
We carried our children back up to their tree,
The scabs outside still laughed at their spree,
And the children that died there were seventy-three.
The piano played a slow funeral tune,
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,
"See what your greed for money has done."