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Hopefully the wait wasn't too stressful for you and that this next chapter won't disappoint. Please don't hesitate to tell me what you think, it only takes a second and it REALLY helps!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Not the boys or the songs.
P.S. My taste in music is awful for someone my age, I know. Trust me, I know. The song choices aren't random but I'm pretty sure that they will only make sense or have any kind of relevance to me. My mind works in strange and unusual ways. So once again, I do apologise.
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There's no more time left to criticize
I've seen what I could not recognise
Everything in my life was leading me on
'Cause I can't lose now there's no game to play
-Don't Look Back, Boston
This was too easy. The thought echoed in his head, drowning out all other thoughts. It was if she actually wanted him to find them. For 2 days the GPS in his sons phones had been turned off, but today he checked it with a desperate plea to some higher that they had managed to switch it on, and found it functional again.It had taken 2 minutes for John to trace his sons using GPS and half an hour to think about it. Tandia was too smart for this. She's a demon for gods sakes. What was he missing? He snapped his eyes back to the clock. Dammit, he'd already waited too long, he should be with his boys. But the hunter in him told him to wait. To think. What was she playing at?
And that's when it clicked. It took all his efforts to rush to the bathroom before he emptied what was left in his stomach. She wanted him to find them. Because finding them would be the best part for her. He got up quickly, wiping his mouth and heading for the door. Now that he was almost sure it wasn't a trap, just a sick revenge-driven, hell-spawned bitch, he wasted no time in calling Bobby and speeding down the highway towards the address. He had never been so scared in his life. Tandia would have waited until the final moment before she allowed him to find them. He had to get there, now.
"Bobby." He barked over the phone, panic quickly taken over by a grim determination. "I know where they are." 2 days. 2 days with Tandia. And he didn't even know what she'd done to them. A horrific picture of a hellhound ripped into his mind. No. They were going to be ok. They had to be. He threw the address at Bobby and hung up. He knew his long-time friend would be calling every contact he had to back him up to save his boys. Sometimes he was amazed at the love his kids could bring out in other people. He pushed back the thought. Get them out. Just get them out.
He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and threw it open. He froze as he heard the sickeningly familiar voice on the other end.
"So you finally worked it out did you, darl? Bout time. I thought you were meant to be good at this? I watched you sit on your ass for half an hour while I sat here stroking little Sammy's head. Big brother didn't even have the energy to stop me." Guilt rushed through him and he fought to stay calm.
"Hell yeah I worked it out. And I'm coming to get you bitch, if it's the last thing I do." She sighed, then carried on as if he hadn't said a word.
"His hair is so soft. Like a baby's. But he is a pretty little thing, isn't he? They both are. If it were up to me I'd just let them go. Let you corrupt them on your own. I only wanted one of them dead. I'm not cruel you know. Just fair. You take the most important thing in my life from me, only just that I pay back the favor, right? But I guess your sons have inherited that Winchester stubbornness. And they're both gonna pay for it." He heard movement in the background and the distinctive sound of a whimper. Sammy. "Shhh" he heard her coo to his youngest. He was only a kid. "It's ok sweetie. Stop fighting."
"No, Sam!" He screamed at her. The panic surging back into his head, drowning him. "Please" he begged. "Let me talk to him." She laughed, quiet and menacing. He winced at the noise, so close to his sons.
"I'm sorry baby. Sammy can't come to the phone right, now." In the distance he could vaguely hear his name being called. His chest constricted. He should have been there half an hour ago, his baby was calling him and he wasn't there.
He saw the turn off for the house and hung up on the cruel demon. Pulling up at the house he heard other cars pulling up around him. Probably the parents of the other lost children. He whipped around to the back of the car, pulling out every kind of demon killing, maiming or torturing device he could find. That bitch is a dead woman.
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