Chap 8

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Sorry this chap is a little rocky, my mind is dying because the long weekend has come to a close (sigh) Oh well, next week is only a 4-day-week! WOOT! ANYWAY!

Here's chapter 8 babies! (takes shovel from Lilith once again)

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Dean's face went liquid-paper white and his eyes widened as he stared past the three.

"Dean-?"

"Well, well Dean. Thought you got away for good, didja?"

John, Sam and Mary all spun around. Sam stepped protectively in front of Dean, and John and Mary took a step in front of their sons.

He just laughed, Dean flinched at the laugh. The laugh he had heard over and over again for a year. The laugh that only brought back memories of pain, and agony, and torture.

"Come now, do you really think you can stop me? Even if you are the 'Mighty Winchesters'." He made quotations with his hands with a sarcastic, superior air to him.

"I won't let you lay a hand on my babies!" Mary snarled viciously, her mother hen instinct going on overload.

"Oh, but madam…I already have." He grinned and shifted his eyes to the scene behind them. Mary and John spun around. Sam let out an angry grunt as two men, just like the him, grabbed hold of him. John and Mary advanced on the men—when they both stopped dead.

"Come any closer and I'll snap his neck." The large man holding Dean spat, holding Mary and John's eldest in a headlock.

"You see, John, Mary, you can't win. Not now, not ever." John spun around with fire in his eyes about to bark an order to let his sons go when he silenced him. "You don't seem to realize who's in charge here, Johnny boy." He said, sauntering over to Dean and Sam "You see, I could kill all of you, right here, right now. But I'm not going to. I don't plan on hurting Dean or Sam…" he got right in Dean's face, his nose less than an inch away from Dean's. He creepily whispered "…yet." He stood up straight "Sorry mister and missus, but I gotta take the boys with me." He grinned at Dean. He ran his hand through Dean's hair, twirling his finger around one of his longer locks. "We're gonna have so much fun…just like last time, Dean-o." Dean jerked away, as if he were a leper.

"Why?" Sam spat

He turned and gave Sam a mock confused look "Why have fun?"

"Why take Dean?" Sam asked, struggling against the possessed men holding him

"Oh," he said sarcastically "Is that what you meant? Well my, my…where is my head today?" He asked mockingly, placing his palm to his cheek.

"Just answer me." Sam spat

"Well…since you said it so nicely…" he said with a roll of his eyes "There was no real reason to my selection. It could have been Dean or John or Mary…just happened to be Dean was the lucky, chosen one. I needed to see what a threat the 'non-special' Winchesters were."

"Non-special?" Mary asked

"Don't play dumb with me, wench." He spun around "We all know Sammy boy here is…different. Don't tell me you've forgotten the time he got so mad all the dinner glasses broke? Or when he moved the desk without even touching it?" He grinned at their wide eyes "Yes…I've been watching you for a long time, Winchesters." He turned back to Dean "Dean-o here turned out to be a feisty one."

Dean's face was cold and stone hard and he tried to look brave and menacing, though his eyes betrayed him. His hazel orbs filled with masked terror that he tried to desperately to hide.

"I wanted to see how he could make it locked away in my underworld. If he could survive, escape."

"So wait a minutes…it was all just a test!" John roared, outraged

He held out his arms in a 'ta-da!' way "Congrats, he passed!" he said mockingly

"You son of a bitch!" John whipped out his pistol from his back pocket and fired off two shots into his chest. He looked surprised for a split second as he looked down at the non-bleeding wounds. He looked back up at John

"That was very stupid, Johnny Boy."