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The shrill ring of the telephone echoed throughout the house, causing the youngest member of the family to groan loudly at the disturbance. His body suffering as it bottomed out once again, never something the young man enjoyed.
"Arrggghhh, get the phone" he wailed in desperation as he buried his face deeper into his pillow, wanting to break away from reality, and away from the pain until his joints began to settle once again.
He breathed a deep sigh of relief as the sound of his father's heavy footsteps echoed down the halls, coming to a stop before picking up the phone, Sam had never been so happy to hear his father's gruff voice answer the phone.
"John?" Pastor Jim's voice sounded on the phone, distant in the background, John recognized it immediately, the pastor was a good friend and colleague whom John had trusted for many years, and when he heard that voice on the other end he immediately flipped into hunting mode.
"Jim what is it?" he asked, knowing something was up, picking up on the nervousness that seemed to be hidden deep within Jim's quiet voice.
"John, how have you and the boys been?" the pastor asked, jumping around the reason he phoned.
"Jim, I know something is up, so take me off speaker and let me in on what's going on"
The Winchester could hear the deep sigh from Jim as he heard the phone switch from being on speaker to being regular.
"John, you know I've been tracking Demon activity for you, recording anything that comes up, and for a while it was quiet but…."
"But what?!" John urged as he heard the pastor sigh once more, it must be big news to have Jim so hesitant in telling him.
"I've been picking something up John, I don't know if it was just luck I stumbled across the pattern or if the Demon got sloppy, but its there, loud and clear."
"Jim what are you saying?" John could feel his lungs struggling to breath as he tried to process what was just said.
"John, the demon is going to strike tomorrow, and I know where"
The room went silent, John's vision narrowing as all he could hear were Jim's words repeating over and over, mixed in with the loud sound of his heart beating frantically.
"Where?" He whispered.
"About two hours from where you are, in a little town called Onaping Falls"
John scrambled for a pen and a piece of paper, "What's the address?"
Jim felt bad that he had called, feeling responsible for tearing the once again united family, but he had promised not only to John but also to the boys that if anything came up he would tell them. "One Northridge Crescent. But John, you don't have to get this one, I can get someone else…"
"Jim" John cut off the pastor, his answer to taking the hunt in his voice.
"I know, just watch yourself" Jim replied, knowing it was useless to try and argue with the stubborn Winchester as he hung the phone up, his heart heavy from putting such a burden on the young family.
John let the breath he hadn't known he was holding escape as he heard the dial tone sound on the other end, his heart pounding, his stomach falling as he thought of his boys, his heart torn between staying with is sons and killing the demon.
The soft patter of feet sounding behind the experienced hunter, "Dad?"
John turned to Sam's soft voice, his youngest leaning heavily against the wall, pain evident in his pale features.
"What did Pastor Jim want?" he asked, always inquisitive.
The oldest Winchester felt his shoulders slump at the heaviness of the simple question; this was a decision he didn't want to make.
"Sit Sam, and I'll go find your brother" he sighed as he left the room in search for Dean.
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It had become a regular thing for the Winchester men, gathered around the small kitchen table, one of them always having something important to discuss, and this time it was John's turn, and he wasn't looking forward to it.
"Jim called" he finally spoke up, gathering the courage to speak to his sons about the conversation, a conversation he would rather keep quite, but knew he promised to tell his sons about anything that happened. He watched the reactions of his boys, the look of shock, concern, and anger flashing across their faces.
"Its about the demon, I left Jim with the signs that would pop up with the demon, and he came across a pattern"
"You have to go" Sam spoke up, not waiting for any other information on what was going on, there was no question as to what had to be done, "I heard you asking for the address, you know where it's going to hit, you and Dean have to go"
"WHAT? Sam NO" Dean yelled standing abruptly, the thought of leaving his brother wasn't an option, their father could leave but there was no way in hell he was going to leave.
"What Dean, you going to stay here and watch me sleep while dad faces the thing that killed our mother?" Sam retorted, standing as well, eye to eye with Dean, not backing down.
"Boys" John tried to call out, realizing the hunt was already causing extra tension in the household that didn't need to be there.
"Oh Please Sammy, don't give me this shit, there is no way in hell I'm leaving you on your own, you can hardly stand"
Dean stood facing his brother, his eyes cold, not expecting the hard shove that knocked him back as Sam's long arms came up and pushed hard. Dean's face burning from the anger that was coming up, it was the first big argument he had had with his younger brother since Sam got sick, and he wasn't happy about it, and like his brother he wasn't backing down.
Dean's arms came up and pushed back, knocking Sam back a few steps, Dean could feel the pang of guilt rush through him as he watched his brother's face wince up in pain. But the guilt quickly diminished as his bother launched himself towards him, both boys falling to the floor as they rolled across the kitchen floor.
The brothers lost in their battle, before Sam was torn away from Dean by their father who looked as equally confused, as he was angry.
"What the hell as gotten in to you two" he yelled exasperated as Dean picked himself off the floor.
"I should have never brought this up, the only reason I did was because I promised I would, but if I ever see you boys go at each other like that again I will make it my business to pull father rank on you two."
Sam and Dean both just looked down, anger still lingering in the room as John pulled out two chairs on different ends of the table, "Sit" he said glancing at his boys, "Now!" His voice holding the familiar growl he used when the boys were younger.
"Now lets talk about this like adults, no jumping to conclusions, and Sammy, I know how you feel but this will be a family decision, not a Sammy decision" he watched as Sam huffed, trying to cut back into the conversation, "No, any comments before I'm done, I'm not going" John said as Dean smiled. "Hey same goes for you, but if you make a comment you aren't going to have a choice, you'll be going on the hunt"
Deans look quickly deflated at his father's threat.
"Now, like I was saying, small town, two hours from here the demon is going to hit, Jim did a little research on his own and has narrowed down the address"
"How?" Dean asked, not liking how exact all of the information seemed to be,
"Said he stumbled on it, Demon got sloppy"
John looked at his boys as the realization of what lay in front of them started to pan out.
"These are the most accurate coordinates we have ever gotten, the best chance we have ever been given, giving us time to get out there and scope the place out before the thing even hits tomorrow night"
Sam knew what it was, "It's a chance of a lifetime, and you can't let it pass" he said calmly, his voice in an even tone as he looked from his brother to his father.
"Dad, you have to go, you have to kill the thing before it destroys another family, you can stop it, but you can't go on your own" He stated as he looked over to his older brother who continued to look to the ground.
"Sam… I can't leave you" Dean said not looking up, his whole life he had looked out for Sam, and it tore him apart to even think about leaving him when he was so sick.
"It would only be for a night, two at the most, and besides with all the protection you two have set up, along with all the things Jim had in here to begin with, there's no way anything would be getting in here." He argued back, he could feel his brother starting to give in.
"Sam's right Dean" John suddenly piped up, "He would be fine on his own for a couple of nights"
Dean rolled his eyes, he wouldn't deny that he craved the hunt, but his brother was far more important than any hunt.
Sam noticed the inner battle going through his older brother's mind, "You have to Dean, you know Dad is going, and honestly, I'm just going to sleep and you'll sit and watch me while Dad is out there, come on, you know you have to go, just for a few nights. And lets be honest, I think we could both use a break from each other for just a bit." Sam smiled at his brother who just nodded, a small smile creeping on to his own face.
"Yeah, that fight a few minutes ago, pretty intense cancer boy, and not bad" Dean laughed; genuinely proud of his brother and the strength he still had in him.
"Okay, Sam, Dad, I'm in" Even as the words left his mouth Dean felt as if the world fell hard on his shoulders, he was suddenly afraid of the change the family would be going through.
His thoughts racing a mile a minute as he went to pack an overnight bag, 'he'll be fine' he thought as he dusted off his bag, 'he has no fever, only a little joint pain, and I'll only be two hours away' he continued as Sam walked in and sat on the bed beside him.
"I'm glad your going Dean" he said as he watched his brother pack, happy not only that his brother and father were getting out of the house but also so he would be able to have time on his own for the first time since he got sick. "Just watch out for each other," he said, never admitting his fear of losing his brother and father, but it was there and something he didn't want to face.
"Don't you worry about Dad and me Sammy, you just take care of yourself, I want all your joints still in place when I get back" he laughed as John poked his head into the room.
"Ready?" he asked, almost giddy at the thought of the hunt.
It took a few seconds for the older brother to answer, still questioning his decision, "Yeah I'm ready" he said as he patted Sam on the leg, "You, anything comes up, if you even cough weird, you call us"
Sam just rolled his eyes, "Sure thing Pa" he said laughing as Dean scoffed and walked out of the room. Sam waited, listening for the click of the door lock as his brother and father left, the roar of his father's truck sounding down the street as the house went quiet, and Sam slowly fell asleep.
TWENTY-FOUR HOURS LATER
Sam had been separated from his brother and father for a solid twenty-four hours, having talked to Dean numerous times on the phone to assure him he was okay.
It was his second night on his own and after checking, and re-checking all of the amulets his father had left scattered around the house he finally crawled into bed, his nerves on edge as he thought of his brother and father sitting, and waiting, getting ready for the fight he had always wanted to be a part of.
Sam tried to stay up and wait for his family to call, or even wait until they came home, to make sure everything was okay, but his bodies fatigue won out once again as his eyes shut closed, pulling him into a deep sleep.
It wasn't until his joints once again began to throb later in the night, that he opened his eyes, groaning softly as he reached for the codeine that he had learned to put beside his bed during this time of the month.
His hands ghosted across the empty night stand, "Shit" he muttered as he realized he had forgotten his pain killers, "for Christ sakes, thought I brought it" he grumbled as he slowly pushed the covers off, walking slowly to the kitchen, cursing the whole way there.
MEANWHILE
Dean and John sat outside of the dark two story suburban house; it looked like every other house on the street, with a white picket fence to boot.
The two men sat and watched the dark house, the only lights on were the ones on the outside, lighting up the two car driveway.
"I could never live like this" Dean said as he looked around the neighborhood before focusing back on the house.
Both him and his father had done tons of research on the family, finding out everything they had to know about what they were stepping into. It was the typical American family, a young couple just starting their family, having one older child already and a newborn, six months old.
The thought of the family tore away at Dean, how happy the family seemed during the day, reminding him of how happy his family had been before the fire, how happy he wished his family would have been, the life he had always wanted, and hoped to keep for the young family.
The older brother's thoughts drifting from the young family to his own family, to the sick brother he would do anything for.
"Dean look sharp" John's voice broke through as Dean looked back towards the house, the outside lights having started blinking erratically.
"Move!" John said, jumping out of the truck, running towards the house, Dean right behind him, bursting through the front door, looking around frantically for the nursery. Dean could hear footsteps moving around upstairs, the family waking up to their entrance, but he didn't care about the footsteps coming down the stairs as he heard the loud wails of a child. His gun out he ran up the narrow stairs pushing past the father who seemed to be in shock by what was going on in his household.
His father right behind him as they ran towards the cries, bursting through the doorway of the nursery, their run coming to an abrupt halt as a dark figure stood in the room, the mother whimpering, crumpled on the floor.
Johns thoughts immediately went to the young mother, it was different, the attack was different, and he instantly put his guards up as he pushed past his son, getting himself in front, his gun drawn and pointed to the Dark figure.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
The figure turned slowly, laughing with the small infant in his arms.
"Dean lights… now!" John demanded, his eyes never leaving the figure as his son moved quick, bathing the room in artificial light. The human appearance of the figure not masking the devil that hid within.
"So nice to finally meet two of the three Winchester men" it seethed.
John's stomach began to turn, "Who are you?"
The man just smiled as he looked down at the baby, his head coming back up, his eyes as black as coal as he smiled, "Are you boys in for a surprise" he snarled as both Winchesters stared in confusion as the man continued, placing the baby back in the crib.
"Or should I say, Sammy is in for quite the surprise" he laughed as John fired his gun into the vanishing figure.
"Shit Sammy" Dean cried out as he started running back to the truck, phoning the house as he went, every ring he heard tearing him apart inside.
"Please Sammy, Answer the damn phone!"
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Sam heard the phone, it started ringing as soon as he made his way into the kitchen, "Its as if someone knew I was up" he mumbled, as he fiddled with the cap on the codeine bottle, wanting nothing more than to take the pills and mask the pain. His shaking hands weak as the bottle clumsily fell to the floor.
"Shit" he muttered gathering the strength to make the effort to bend down and pick the bottle up. His actions stopped as a foreign hand reached the bottle before him, his heart hammering in his chest as he stood up, unable to keep the groan from escaping past his lips as he stood full stature, hoping to have an intimidating stance since he didn't have the strength to fight.
His gaze falling on a man, just as tall as he was, his short black hair slicked back, blending in with his black trench coat that adorned his slim figure, his piercing green eyes standing out against all the darkness.
"Hey Sammy" said the man as his eyes turned from green to a deep yellow.
AN: Well sorry lol cliffhanger, but you know how it is, I'll try and not take too long getting the next chapter up cause I hate cliffhangers in a chapter as well.
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