I want to start off by saying this is not my original story. That belongs to Dr. Serpico. Everything that is done it's because of them. Thank you so much for trusting me with this story, and I hope I don't let you down.
Please comment and Enjoy, especially you Dr. Serpico! I hope I didn't butcher this.
John and Bobby both limped towards the front door of John's house. The sun was high above the house as they walked. Both of their bodies ached and groaned as they walked up the steps of the porch and into the house. They tossed their mud covered shoes over by the door before they walked into the kitchen and John grabbed a beer from the fridge and handed one to Bobby who took it gladly.
"You got any pain pills?" Bobby asked popping the lid and taking a swig of the wheaty liquid. John sighed and walked to a cupboard and pulled out a large bottle with dark amber liquid. The wax seal was still surrounding the lid when John placed it in front of Bobby. "How long have you had this bottle?" Bobby asked seeing the small layer of dust around the glass.
"For about Twelve years." John replied and popped the seal and poured Bobby a two finger full glass. He then placed the lid back on and placed the bottle in the cupboard.
"Not going to have yourself one?" Bobby asked. John shook his head. He held out his beer and drank it proudly. Bobby nodded slowly finished his beer and slowly sipped at the glass that was in front of him. The liquid seemed to warm is tired body and take away his pain. John kept sipping his beer he didn't seem to hear the front door swinging open and Ben, Sybil, Sam and Kevin walking into the kitchen.
"Daddy?" Sam asked making John and Bobby choke on their drinks. "Why are you covered in mud?" John and Bobby looked at each other and John looked back at his son.
"Bobby and I were playing hide and seek. Guess when you're old like me you tend to loose your footing." Bobby gave a look at John like 'you got to be kidding me' then looked at the smile on the faces of Ben, Sybil and Sam. John stood up and reached into his back pocket pulling out a ten dollar bill and handed it to Kevin who was hesitant to grab it. "Take it, please." John said his eyes soft he was extremely tired. "Tell your mom thanks for watching them last minute." Kevin nodded and took the money in his hands before walking out of the house closing the door behind him.
"Well, I guess I should be heading to a shower," Bobby said standing up downing the rest of the hard amber liquid down his throat before we walked over towards the kids and patted them over the heads. He smiled up at Sam and gripped his shoulder then left the house with a small wave.
"So what do you kids want to do today?" John asked throwing the empty beer bottles in the garbage.
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John stood in the shower letting the hot water erasing the leftover mud that caked his eyebrows and hair. He also let the hot water soak his sore back trying his best to loosen the knot that kept reminding him of his battle with the ghost at the cemetery. His back was really sore when he climbed out and walked into his room grabbing a clean pair of clothes and slid them over his tired achy body.
As he walked out of his room his hair still wet from his shower he saw Sam in his room drawing something. He quietly walked over and peered of his shoulder. His heart seemed to stop. He wanted to ask his son why he was drawing something like that. But he needed to get something to calm his stomach that was starting to wretch and twist.
He was pulling down the same bottle he had grabbed earlier that day and pour himself a two fingers full of the stuff and placed the bottle back into the cupboard. Ben came walking in before John had time to take a sip of his drink.
"You okay?" Ben asked taking a sip of his soda he had gotten from the fridge. "You seemed scared about something."
John quickly shook his head taking a sip of his drink. The harsh liquid burned his throat as it traveled down to his stomach. He instantly felt the fake heat from the liquid before he smiled at his grandson. "Just had a rough day." He said finally. He cleared his throat before looking at the empty phone charger. "Where's the phone?" Ben shrugged his shoulders.
"I have a friend who's visiting an Aunt just down the street a little ways, may I got there tonight?"
"Yeah, that's fine. Just be home before noon tomorrow." Ben smiled and rushed out of the kitchen placing his soda can on the counter. Sybil arrived seconds later looking confused but saw the soda on the counter and picked it up. "That's Ben's, Sybil."
"But it's empty." Sybil said her green eyes looking innocent as she took the soda can over to the garbage can and tossed it inside. "Grampa. Why did you have a friend over and why did he leave when we came home from Mrs. Tran's?"
"He came over because I haven't seen him for a long time. He left because he just needed to get home." John said taking another sip from his drink. "Sybil have you seen the phone?" Sybil shook her head. "Okay. Thanks." He was already feeling the effects of his drink which was very irresponsible of him to be drinking with young kids in the house. Sybil watched her grandfather walk towards his chair and sunk deep into the soft fabric. She had never seen her grandpa so scared in her life.
"Grampa are you okay?" She walked over and stood in front of him. He had one hand holding his side of his face his eyes were closed and he was taking in a deep breath. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled his eyes were having a hard time staying open.
"I'll be fine sweetie." John said swallowing the last bit of his drink. "Just had a bad day." He gave Sybil a hug. "Why don't you and Sam go play out back."
"See you tomorrow grandpa." Ben said and rushed out the door his backpack swung over his back.
"Bye Benny," John yelled even as the door was closed for several minutes. Sybil frowned. She had seen her dad like that once when he and her mom had a large argument when she was five. She felt her eyes fill up with tears and turned and walked down the hallway and into her bedroom.
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Dean's eyes narrowed as he was passing cars left and right trying his hardest to stay below 100 miles an hour in his in-laws SUV. He was on a mission. Even when he saw the state troopers flashing lights he didn't stop, in fact he managed to loose the cops but also lost precious time trying to get home to his dad, brother and kids.
"Sweetie should I drive?" Lisa asked grabbing onto the handle just about her door. She was scared never seeing her husband act like this.
"I'm fine Lisa." Dean growled getting back onto the interstate and felt his foot being planted firmly on the gas pedal. He wasn't going to take chances. If that thing attacked him at his in-laws then he knew his kids and dad and brother were next. "Try the house again, please."
Lisa dialed the number and waited.
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Sybil was sitting at her desk when she heard the phone ringing in under the blankets. She was confused as how the phone got there, but she found it along with her grandpa's cellphone. She knew that if someone were to call her grandpa's number she was to take it to him. But confusion got the better of her and she hit the answer button on the cordless.
"Hello?" She squeaked walking out the door and saw her grandpa asleep on the chair.
"Sybil honey is that you?" Sybil smiled at hearing her mom's voice.
"Hi mommy!" She squealed and saw her grandpa twitch but fell still again not noticing her in the least. "Why are you calling?"
"Sweetie your da-"
"Sybil, where's grandpa?" Sybil fell still she knew that when her daddy had that voice she was to listen and answer truthfully.
"Grampa's asleep." Sybil said walking over and poking him gently in the shoulder. "He's not waking up. He drank some dark liquid and went to sleep. I think he's sick." Sybil could hear a sigh on the phone. "Are you mad at Grampa?"
"No not mad." Dean said. "I'm just happy to see that everyone's okay. When dad wakes up, let him know that we'll be there early tomorrow morning please." Sybil smiled. Her dad was going to be there earlier then expected. But something wasn't right with that. She could tell her daddy was scared of something. "Honey I got to go. Let grandpa know please."
"I will." She heard the phone hang up and she placed the cordless on the charger.
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Sam leaned back in his chair looking down at the picture he had just drawn. Something about it was familiar but he just couldn't remember where he'd seen that face before. The face was dark and the only thing that stood out were the yellow eyes that seemed to pop out of his head and straight into his soul stirring memories and flashes from his early childhood. Something twisted in his stomach as he grabbed his pounding head trying his best not to scream out loud. He didn't want his dad to worry about him.
"Uncle Sammy you okay?" Sam turned around and saw Sybil walking in holding a plastic bucket. She was wearing her light denim jacket.
"Where you going Sybil?" Sam asked tilting his head to one side.
"I'm going to pick some wild berries. Daddy and Mommy are coming soon and I want to have a pie ready for daddy when he gets here." Sam's eyes lit up with excitement. He enjoyed picking berries when he first moved in the house.
"Can I come?" He asked following his niece out of his bedroom door. He saw his dad laying in his chair his head to one side and his eyes closed. "Maybe we should wake him up. You know daddy hates it when I leave the house by myself."
"I'll be with you uncle Sammy." Sybil said gently wrapping her fingers around his hand. "Just as long as we don't go to far I'm sure you'll be okay." She smiled up at Sam her eyes bright.
"Okay." Sam said and he reached for his bright blue jacket and threw it over his shoulders.
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Sybil stood at a giant wild berry bush trying to find the biggest berries and carefully tossed them into the bucket. Sam was on his stomach on a patch of grass staring intently as honeybees flew from flower to flower and then landed gently on his hand. "Sybil look at this!" Sam squealed carefully lifting the bee up. Sybil walked over leaving the bucket of berries next to the bush and walked over towards her uncle. She stared in awe at the little fuzzy bee that was searching and moving it's antenna making Sam smile as it started to tickle.
"Carefully uncle Sammy." Sybil said as she watched Sam slowly start to move his right index finger towards the small bee. "That bee is going to sting you if you touch it." Sam frowned as the bee seemed to sense danger and flew off away from them. "You want to help me finish with the berries?" Sybil asked seeing tears begin to form in her uncle's eyes.
"Yeah!" The tears vanished as he climbed to his feet and jogged over towards the wild berry bush and begin to pick the lushes berries and carefully dropped them into the buck. Sybil glanced over to her shoulder after she felt someone watching them up the path from them.
A man with dark hair and a tan trench coat stood and watched the two pick the berries with the same child-like curiosity as Sam. Sybil wondered if he was just like her uncle by the way he stared intently at the two of them. She blinked and the man in the tench coat was gone from where he once stood. She shook her head thinking it was just her imagination. She bent over to pick up the bucket of wild berries she and her uncle Sam had picked and noticed he wasn't anywhere to be seen. "Sammy!" Sybil took a glance up towards her grandpa's house knowing it was the smartest choice but she knew something bad could happen to her uncle if she were leave him alone. Dropping the bucket full of berries she headed further down the path.
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John stood on a grassy hill looking down at his two boys and his grandchildren running and laughing. A smile had spread across his face as he continued to hear the laughs. He felt someone grip his shoulder roughly and turned him around. The laughter stopped sending John in a world of silence. Standing in front of him was the drawing of the yellow-eyed man that he had seen Sam draw. The obvious lines from the crayons he had used seemed to distort reality.
"Hello John." The drawn man said. "Remember me? I'm the one that killed your wife." A small red smile spread across the face where the mouth would be. John felt anger burning inside his chest as he reached out to close his fingers around the yellow-eyed drawing's neck. But soon the figure started to change into that of Sam. His eyes were just as yellow and just as evil. "Dad!" He screamed but the voice didn't match Sam's voice. "Dad! Wake up!" John shut his eyes tightly trying to place the voice.
"Dad let go of me!" John's eyes opened wide and he was staring into Dean's green eyes. Sweat beaded down his face as he loosened his grip around his son's neck and watched as Dean began to rub his now sore neck.
"Sorry, Dean." John said seeing the darkness out the window. How long have I been asleep? He felt himself being helped to his feet and walked into the kitchen the clock read nine at night. He rushed to the sink to see it was empty. "Sam! Sybil!" He screamed pushing Dean to the side and rushed down the hallway. Lisa came out looking scared.
"Where's my children?" she asked her eyes filling up with tears.
"Ben's at a friends house just down the street." John said trying to remember what Sybil and Sam had been doing before he passed out in the chair. Guilt started to eat at him. He wasn't watching the two that needed to be kept an eye on. "Dean. Lisa I'm so sorry."
"Dad," Dean said opening the back door and looked outside. "The gate's open." John's face paled as he rushed outside not caring he had nothing on over his bare feet. Sam and Sybil had left the safety of his backyard. He would never forgive himself if something happened to either one of them.
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Sybil shivered as she continued to walk blindly in the darkened woods. She was certain that she was lost now. "Sammy!" She cried letting loose small tears. "Uncle Sammy where are you?"
She heard a twig snap on her right and she froze pulling her denim jacket closer around her shoulders trying to ward off the brisk cold wind that began to blow. She saw a figure limping towards her it's messy brown hair and loud sniffles filled the area. "Uncle Sammy?" She asked the figure stopped and fell to the ground. She rushed to it's side and dropped to her knees. It was her Uncle.
"Sybil." He said tears steaming down his face. "My ankle." Sybil looked down his pant legs and saw his jeans coated with blood.
"Why did you leave, Uncle Sammy?" Sybil asked helping him to a sitting position.
"I didn't leave on purpose." Sam said his eyes filling with tears again. "I was looking down at the wild berry bush and you were the one that left. I went to find you."
"Why didn't you go back to Grampa?"
"He was scared for you." There was a moment sound of flapping before the man in the trench coat stood peering down at the two shaking figures. Sybil instinctively wrapped her small arms around her shaking uncle and stared at the man. Her green eyes narrowing trying to look intimidating but the man didn't seem phased. "I'm not here to hurt you, Sybil. Nor you Sam."
"How do you know our names?" Sybil asked as Sam was too scared to move.
"My name is Castiel. I know about you because I'm an angel of the lord."
