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Chapter 33
The moon shone bright and silvery against the blue, almost black night sky. The stars were sparkling from the Heavens. the air was chilly, but no longer biting cold with winter. On a highway road surrounded by the dark forrests or West Virginia, the low, deep rumbling of an engine disturbed the stillness.
Then, a pair of bright headlights immerged around the around the corner as a sleek, black, 1967 Chevy Impala cruised effortlessly over the asphault road.
Behind his customary place behind the steering wheel, Dean Winchester was tapping his fingers in time with the slow, steady beat of the Alice in Chains song eminating from the radio. Sitting beside him in the front passenger seat beside Dean was his father John Winchester. The oldest Winchester sat calm and silent in contemplation, several scenarios and battle plans of the impending hunt going through his head.
They were on their way to a remote woods outside of Elkins; where word had spread of a viscious rougue werewolf who was having a marvelous time terrorizing the forrests and massacering anything unfortunate enough to cross its path.
They were getting ready to waste a monster, they were back in action and they could hardly wait.
Then a soft, female chuckle broke through the seriousness, obliterating it for the time being. Dean and John felt smiles tug at their lips as, Dean's eyes went to the rearview mirror and John pivoted in his seat so that they could gaze at the lovely young woman currently laughing quietly from where she sat in the back seat of the Impala.
This lovely lady was Alkaya Duncan, the Winchester family's unofficial daughter in law and proud mother of the newest little Winchester, Tristan Dean Ozzy.
The son she'd given birth to three months ago, the adorable blue eyed baby who's father was John Winchester's youngest son, Samuel Morgan Winchester.
" Hey, what's so funny back there Miss Mommy?" Asked Dean with a grin as he continued to drive.
Alkaya paused in her chuckling and let her gaze go to the two eldest Winchesters, her stunning blue green eyes sparkling with mirth as she answered Dean's inquiry.
" I just got a message from Proud New Poppa, he informs me that our Little Man just added some biological artwork to one of his Daddy's favorite T-shirts, the one with that weird-ass dog on it. On top of that, there now seems to be a need for a fresh diaper. Sam's on his own cause Miss Missouri's stepped out to go see Mrs. Benton next door."
There was silence before the deep laughs of Dean and John filled the car.
" Aww Sammy Boy, payback is a wonderful thing." Grinned Dean.
" Oh yeah." Added John with a chuckle.
Sam Winchester was back at Missouri Mosely's house back in Lawrence, Kansas. He'd been assigned diaper and other baby duties for the evening, giving his lady an opportunity to get back to doing what she loved doing, besides now being a mom...
Kicking Supernatural ass.
The journey to West Virginia itself had been a speedy one thanks to Alkaya tapping into her psychic abilities and shortening the trip with a quick, fluid teleportation of the whole Impala and her passengers in a flash of electric blue light, landing them just a mile and a half from their intended destination.
The laughter quietly died down, a comfortable silence settling over the three hunters as Dean switched off the radio.
A good ten minutes later, Dean was pulling over onto the side of the road.
" Well, here's where our pissed off Lobo likes to hang out." Grumbled Dean.
" This is were we put him down and hopefully what's left of his human soul can be set free." Sighed Alkaya, her blue green eyes glinting dangerously, her entire facial expression signaling that she meant business and she was deadly serious about her words.
Dean and John nodded in agreement before the three of them climbed out of the Impala and walked around to the trunk.
Dean popped it open to reveal the arsenal of deadly weapons it held within.
Dean pulled out a silver revolver loaded and ready with the signature silver bullets customary for wasting big bad wolves.
John pulled out a powerful shotgun and grabbed some extra rounds loaded with silver pelates instead of buck-shot.
The two Winchesters turned to the woman in their midst and waited for her to take her pick of a weapon.
Instead, they watched as Alkaya quirked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the men she'd come to love as a father and brother.
A slow smirk turned the corner of Alkaya's lips.
Dean and John watched as Alkaya's greenish blue eyes changed color before them, turning an eerie, glowing blueish white.
That in conjuction with the bellowing black coat she was wearing over a dark red t-shirt and black jeans, and her insanely long and still braided in the thousands, ebony hair made her seem all the more spectral.
Dean and John couldn't help but feel the hairs on the backs of their neck stand up as they were reminded of the hunts that had taken place over the last three months after baby Tristan came into their lives.
Tristan's mother was downright scary whenever she was on a hunt, though Alkaya never turned into a bloodthursty killer, she was ruthless against any dark force that dared to threaten her, and those around her. In truth, Alkaya had gotten back to hunting a mere month after her son's birth, whipping herself back into fighting shape with the help of Sam, Dean, and John.
She could trounce all three of them like no one else.
Where his mother was scary when hunting,Tristan's father was terrifying. Over the last three months, Sam's powers had increased tremendously. When he wasn't being a doting new father showering his little baby with mountains upon mountains of love, he was relentlessly pushing himself to gain more and more strength, leaving Dean and John just a little bit baffled as to why.
Sam was ruthless whenever he was on a hunt now a days.
But now as Alkaya, Dean, and John stood at the edge of the black, ominous looking forrest that hid a rabid menace within, the sole focus on all three minds was stopping a very dangerous being, and making sure they'd all make it back home safe and sound.
" Let's go hunt down Scooby Doo on steroids." Growled Dean as he and John cocked their guns while Alkaya gave a silent nod before John stepped forward and lead the way into the woods.
Meanwhile, back in Lawrence, Kansas...
Sam Winchester grumbling quietly to himself in mild annoyance as stood in the second floor bathroom and gingerly stripped off his shirt, now decorated with baby vomit, courtesy of a certain baby Winchester who'd been safely place in his crib after getting a fresh diaper and change of clothes while Daddy cleaned up the mess.
Sam's super-sensitive hearing allowed him to hear the soft cooing and gurgling sounds his son was making in the room across the hall.
The now second youngest Winchester was still tall and muscular, his hair, dark, nearly black in hue was pulled back in a loose ponytail, reaching to just past his shoulders now. A dark spinkling of stubble graced his upper lips and chin
Tonight it was just him and his Little Guy.
With a smile tugging at his lips, Sam turned on the sink faucet and held his shirt under the stream, getting the bulk of the mess off before he promptly dumped his shirt into the hamper. With a small huff, Sam was out of the bathroom and down the hall into the room he and Alkaya shared to put on a fresh shirt. Once that was done with, Sam went straight into his son's nursery with three strides of his freakishly long legs.
The room was painted in soft light blues with little protection spells and symbols hidden within the painted designs.
Dean had painted a protectiver circle under Tristan's crib.
John had painted Anit-Demonic symbols on either side of the windows, which were effectively hidden behind the curtains when they were drawn.
Sam himself had painted a Devil's trap onto the ceiling of the room.
Missouri had hung protective amulets in all four corners of the room.
Alkaya had finished the room with an invisible blessing from the Higher Powers that actually ran through the walls of the entire house, with the highest concentration of energy within the walls of the nursery.
All of these were done with hues that blended into the base wall.
Seemingly invisible protection for a beloved child.
Missouri Mosely's house had basically been turned into a Supernatural Fort Knox.
" Hey, there's my little Gungadin." Grinned Sam as he loomed over the crib and gazed down at his son lovingly.
He'd dressed Tristan in the cute little vintage T-shirt his grandfather had picked out for him, the mini military green shirt with the red cross and ARMY+ GRUNT stenciled across it.
A pair of big, gorgeous blue-green eyes stared back at him adoringly as with a toothless grin, Tristan raised his little arms up, reaching out for his father.
Sam's grin widened as he obliged his son's silent request and fluidly picked his son up, easing him onto his shoulder, his large hands tender and gentle as he held the warm little body and bald head.
Tristan brough a tiny fist to his mouth and promptly began to gnaw on it as he rested his head against Sam's shoulder, blissfully calm and happy as his daddy snuggled him softly.
With a content little sigh, Sam quietly made his way over to the light blue cushined Grecian Sofa that sat by the window. Using a long arm to gracfully snag the Baby Bigs Bunny blanket from the crib, Sam lowered himself onto the sofa.
Sam carefully wrapped the blanket around his baby son and sighed deeply as he lay backwards against the cushioned arm of the sofa. Taking a deep breath, Sam let himself relaxe as he tilted his head down to gaze at the baby resting against his chest.
" It's bedtime for you Mister." Smiled Sam as he pressed his lips to the top of his son's head before letting his head fall back against the cushioned arm.
Sam gently manuvered Tristan's tiny body till his son's head was tucked snuggly under his father's chin.
Tristan let out a small noise of approval and figdeted a litlle in his father's arms, the big, innocent, blue green eyes he'd inhereted from his beautiful mother beginning to droop with impending slumber.
Sam gently rubbed his baby son's back to and fro with a gentle hand. Within ten minutes, the babe was fast asleep with his fist still in his mouth. With a loving smile, Sam reached up with his other hand to gently pried his son's tiny hand from his mouth.
" Shh, it's okay Buddy." Whispered Sam as he stroked his son's back to sooth him while his deep, moss-green eyes turned a cool electric blue as they sought out the perfect item to appease his infant son.
" Pacifier." He commanded quietly.
A small, triumphant smile turned the corners of Sam's lips when the sought after item levitated from out of it's hidding place within Tristan's crib and floated towards father and sleeping son, an electric blue light outlining it's shape as it traveled gracefully through the air and landed into the Sam's awaiting palm.
" Here you go, that's better than a fist isn't it?" Said Sam softly as he gently eased the pacifier into Tristan's mouth.
The infant immediately set to work on lightly suckling it as he went back to his blissful slumber.
With another deep sigh, Sam lay back and let himself relax.
He was truely glad that he'd stayed home and let Alkaya go with Dean and his Dad to hunt down that rogure werewolf.
Sam turned his now once again moss-green eyes to gaze out the window he was sitting next to, a wave of longing washing over him as his mind settled on the woman he was madly in love with, who'd born him a beautiful first child.
" Hope you're havin fun out there Big Mouth." Sighed Sam as he let the sight of the stars outside, and the soft breathing of the sleeping baby resting over his heart lull him into a peaceful doze.
Back in the remote woodlands outside of Elkins, West Virginia...
" DAD LOOK OUT!!!!" Screamed Dean, his voice shattering through the night air as the young man watched in frozen horror as the enraged animal they'd been tracking and finally cornered in a clearing, lunged at John Winchester, ready to sink it's teeth into the oldest Winchester and make a messy evening meal out of him.
" DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT YOU OVERGROWN MONGREL!!!" Came a pissed off Alkaya's booming shout before a flaming electric blue projectile whizzed past a startled Dean and smacked into the side of the the wolf's head with a loud crack.
The force was so great, it literally lifted the monster off it's feet and sent it flying into the thick trunk of a nearby tree. The impact was enough to knock off several huge chunks of bark as the werewolf landed in an undignified heap onto the cold dirt.
Dean and John both stood dumbfounded as their gazez volleyed from the heap of dazed werewolf to the majorly pissed off woman glaring at said Werewolf with eerie, glowing electric blue eyes.
But, the shock quickly fadded as the two Winchesters turned and aimed their guns at the growling and groaning creature.
BANG! BANG! BANG!... BOOM!!!
Dean discharged three rounds from his revolver, followed my one deafening shotgun blast from John.
Father and oldest son's aims were true as the round found their intended target.
" AAARRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
The Werewolf tilted it's head up to the heavens and let out a long, pitiful howl of death as deadly silver penetrated through it's thick hide and found vital organs, causing fatal damage.
Then, the howl died down into cold silence as the wolf's head dropped back to the floor and the black mass lay unmoving.
Dead.
Both Dean and John exhaled shaky breaths before they turned to gaze at Alkaya.
The young woman's eyes were no longer blazing murderously, now they had softened and looked all together sad.
Slightly confused, Dean and John watched Alkaya as she walked past them and over to the werewolf's corpse and kneel down before the creatures head.
Both Dean and John wanted to ask her what she was doing but, decided to just stay quiet and watch.
Alkaya's eyes turned pure white as she reached out and placed her right hand onto the crown of the dead werewolf's head and speak in latin.
" En nomen Polus, solvo animus irretitus intus." ( In the name of the Heavens, free the soul trapped within.)
There was a small flash of blue light before Dean and John watched a medium sized orb of silvery white light rose up from the dead wolf's head when Alkaya drew her hand back and stood to her feet, backing away a few paces till she was standing between Dean and John.
The three hunters watched as the glowing ball of light slowly levitated into the air until it came to stop, floating a good twenty feet in the air.
They watched as the orb slowly began to change shape before their very eyes.
At first, it was a lumpy blob but, within seconds it became recognizible as a humanoid shape.
Then, the ghostly image of a young man took over the opaqueness.
" Holy..." John began to swear and trailed off as he and Dean gawked at the spectral figure.
Alkaya on the other hand, had a sheepish look gracing her face as she spoke out loud and clear.
" I'm sorry I called you an overgrown mongrel!" She yelled, mildly startling Dean and John who each shot he an annoyed look before once again staring at the white, misty ghost.
They both found their eyes growing wide as they watched the ghostly figure... smiled down at the three of them.
Then, the misty apparition spoke, his voice echoy and faraway.
" I didn't take any offense... You all set me free from that thing... I can go home now... My Name is Jason Mercer by the way."
" Don't mention it Jason, now get outta of here and be at peace cause you're starting to freak them out." Said Alkaya in all seriousness as she gestured to the two men flanking her.
" Thank you." Said the Ghostly form of Jason Mercer before the apparition began to glow softly.
They all watched as the ghost smiled serenely at them and then closed his eyes as he simply desolved into whisps of smoke, melting away into the night air until there was nothing.
There was awkward silence before John cleared his throat to get the attentions of Dean and Alkaya.
" C'mon, we gotta burn that thing." Said John gruffly as he gestured to the black furry mass laying a few feet from them.
" And after that, you can start explainin what the Hell that show was a few minutes ago Alki." He added, using the pet-name that Dean had bestowed on the mother of his nephew last month.
" Yes Sir." Chimed both Dean and Alkaya, perfectly synchronized with eachother.
" And, it's Alkaya not Alki." Grumbled Alkaya goodnaturedly as she sent a mock glare Dean's way.
In truth, Alkaya was delighted by having been given a nickname by Dean but, like Sam, she kept up the act of being irked by it.
With a nod, the three of them set to work on building a pyre, Alkaya using her psychic abilities to lift the heavy mass of dead mutated dog off the ground and onto the pile of tree branches John and Dean put together.
" Care to light the candle?" Asked Dean as he gazed at Alkaya with a small smirk.
" Gladly." Smirked back Alkaya before her right hand shot forth and she yelled out the familiar command for flames.
" Incendia!"
Blue flames shot forth from Alkaya's palm and hit the mass of dead flesh and wood, effectively setting it furiously ablaze.
The pyre took a whole of twenty minutes to burn the corpse to ash, and with a sweeped of her hand, a small gust of wind blew the wolf dust away, scattering it into all directions of the world.
" Well, this hunt went faster than I first anticipated." Grumbled John to no one in particular.
Dean and Alkaya nodded silently before the three of themgrabbed the whatever gear that had been brough and headed down the path that led out of the woods, all evidence of a supernatural brawl with a werewolf gone without a trace.
As they walked in contemplating silence, Alkaya piped up.
" By the way, did you momentarily forget how to duck back there Gramps?" She asked, fighting back a smile as she pinned John with a look that would've made Missouri Mosely very proud.
Dean barely stiffled a snort as he watched his father blush slightly, even in the darkness.
" Now see here Missy, I did NOT forget to duck... that thing was just faster than I thought it would be." Countered John, a ghost of a smile dancing across his face.
Alkaya let one of her signature mega-watt grins grace her lips as she shot back a good natured retort.
" If you say so Old Timer."