AUTHORS NOTE: HEY PEOPLE! I'm really happy that you guys liked the first chapter of this story; thank you all so much for the very kind reviews :) Now without further ado here is chapter 2!
P.S. I announced this in the last "The secrets Out" Chapter I posted but I know that a lot of you mighty fine people don't read that so I'd like to tell you guys something. I just got a Livejournal Account and I am 2People2 on there. My goal is to put stories on there that I wont have on so when I put something up I will put an alert in the authors note of my fanfiction stories so you guys can check them out if you want. My first story will be called 'Invisible Soldiers' and it's gonna be kinda dark…
Words"= normal talking.
++Words++= sign language
"++Words++"=Signing and talking.
Words= thoughts
"Words"=Telephone conversation
Words=something written on paper/computer/cell phone
Chapter 2. Demon Blood. John's Pov
"Dad." Sam says, touching my shoulder lightly to get my attention. I look up from my book to see him holding a take out menu. "I'm going to get food, what do you want?" I look at the menu more closely to see that it's for a Chinese place about five minutes away from here.
"That pork thing." He nods his head with a small chuckle.
"How long have you been ordering that? Since I was like five?" I laugh.
"You can't get sick of something good." He rolls his eyes and walks over to Dean; tapping the desk to get his attention. I watch their completely silent conversations fondly; proud that Sam took the effort to learn Deans language. As I continue to watch them for a few moments I feel guilty…I barely know how to sign anything and Dean is my son! I should be able to learn how to talk to him…
"Dad." Sams voice pulls me from my thoughts. "I'm heading out." He pulls on his jacket. "I need to pick up a few things from the library before I get food so I'll be back in about an hour." I nod.
"Bye Sam!" Dean says cheerfully and Sam signs back before exiting the motel room. Dean goes back to his hunting research and I watch him; dreading what I need to do. I've been keeping this information to myself for a long time; and I need Dean to know about it. I feel horrible for putting this kind of weight on the Son I've known for a few measly months but if I die before something major happens he needs to take care of it.
I mark my place in my book and set it on the bed. I move to the other side of the bed and reach out for the light switch; turning it on and off a few times to get Deans attention. He turns to face me with a look of confusion.
"Can I talk to you?" I ask; poorly signing the word +talk+ and pointing to him. He nods; setting his highlighter down and coming over towards me. He sits down on the end of the bed and brings his hands up.
"++Wat do ou want?++" he asks. I look into his eyes and swallow the lump in my throat.
"I need to tell you something important." His eyes narrow in concentration on my lips. "You know that Sam has visions once in a while right?" I say, and he nods. "I…" I trail off, not knowing how to tell him this.
"++Jus spit it out.++" he says impatiently.
"I don't know how to spit it out." I mumble.
"Wat?" He says in confusion, and guilt builds up in my chest.
"This isn't easy for me to tell you." I say, making sure I move my lips clearly. He nods his head and waits for me to build up the courage to say it out loud.
"His visions…he wasn't born psychic…" He looks confused and I mentally kick myself…how did I ever think telling a deaf man this stuff would be simple? I hold up one finger and reach for a writing pad on the bedside table. I pick up a pencil and begin to write.
Sam wasn't born psychic; the demon that killed your mom put his blood into Sam.
I hand him the pad and I watch his face go from confused to worried as he reads it.
"Is he ok?" he asks, his hands holding the pad tightly between his fingers.
"That's the thing…" I sigh, pulling the pad from him and writing more under the first message.
There are others like him; they were all in fires when they were six months old and the demon put his blood in them too. I think that the demon is trying to create an army or something.
I hand the pad back to him and he reads it quickly. He takes the pen from my hands and writes quickly.
So you think Sam is going to be a part of this army thing?
After I read this I look up at him to see anger in his eyes, like I'm accusing Sam of being a monster…but aren't I kinda doing that?
"I don't know." I say slowly.
"Sam wouldn' do dat." He says; his voice cracking.
"Listen to me." I say, grabbing onto his wrist to get his attention. Once he's quiet I take the pad from him and write.
I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm afraid that something's gonna happen to Sam when I'm gone and I need you to promise me something.
He reads it and raises one eyebrow.
"++I'm not pomising anyting.++" he signs, his face guarded.
++Please++ I sign, and something flashes over his eyes briefly before he shakes his head.
I'm going to die in less than a year; I just need you to promise me this one thing.
He looks at the pad for a few minutes before sighing.
"Wat?"
If he goes dark side you need to kill him before he can hurt anyone else.
His eyes widen and his head shoots up to look at me in pure rage. He brings his hands up to sign something but before he can say anything I hear the familiar rumble of the impala outside.
"Sam's here." I say, pointing towards the door. He looks towards the window to see lights through the glass and he groans in annoyance.
"Dis isn't over." He bites out, then he grabs the pad of paper and gets up to put it in his bag. The motel door opens a moment later and Sam comes in carrying a couple paper bags.
"Hey." He says, putting the bags down before looking at us. He sees the tense looks on our faces and he frowns. "++What's going on?++" he asks.
"Nothing." I state quickly. He narrows his eyes suspiciously and turns to face Dean. He signs something quickly and Dean shakes his head.
"++Noting.++" he says, then looks at me for a brief moment before plastering a smile onto his face. He signs to Sam while walking over to the bags on the table and I sigh.
I'm a horrible father….
End of chapter 2! So did you guys like it? Please let me know! I know it was kind of a weird chapter but I needed it to explain future events and to keep elements of Season 2 in this story.
THANKS FOR REDING!