Chapter 8 - Uncle Joe
As Katie finished feeding she heard an engine roar to life. She shot to her feet and ran out of the alleyway, in time to see the Impala speeding away. She caught a glimpse of the driver; long shaggy brown hair. It had to be Sam. Where was Dean?
'Dean' she hissed, looking around cautiously. 'Dean!'
She rounded the corner and followed the faint scent Dean had left behind. When the scent stopped, there was no Dean.
'Dammit!' she yelled.
She knew that Sam would try converting Dean back, and it was possible. She just needed to be ready for when they came after her. She headed into the nearby bar.
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Sam came to a halt outside the hotel. He desperately needed to find his uncle before Dean suffocated to death in the trunk…but how? Searching the local phone book hadn't worked, so it was obviously a private number. His eyes rested on his dad's journal that was on the seat beside him. Flicking through it quickly, he came across a list of numbers, relieved when he saw his uncles was listed. He dialed it quickly.
'Yeah, hi…is this Joe Winchester? Thank god…it's Sam, your nephew…I'm good, how are you? That's great…I'm sorry to be calling so late but I need your help…'
A half hour later Sam pulled up at his uncle's house, and parked the Impala in the garage where Joe was waiting.
'Sam! My god…it's been a while,' exclaimed Joe. 'Look how much you've grown! And where's that brother of yours?'
'Ah, that's the problem,' said Sam, wincing as a loud thump came from the trunk.
'What have you got in there my boy?'
'It's kinda a long story…'
Joe popped the trunk, his eyebrows shooting sky high at the contents.
'Well I'll be damned,' he muttered. He glanced at Sam. 'It better be a good story.'
So Sam told Joe everything that had happened in the last couple of months. His uncle showed no reaction when Sam informed him of John's death, but that was expected. His family was good at hiding emotions. When he had finished explaining Dean's currant predicament, Joe popped the trunk again and hauled Dean out.
'C'mon Sam, you can stay here the night,' he said. 'We'll deal with him tomorrow.'
He firmly led a struggling Dean over to a steel door, and pushed him into the room, which had a bed and a toilet in it. He uncuffed Dean and shut the door, bolting and locking it.
'He'll be ok for the night.'
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At the bar, Katie was making her way around, slowly gathering a bunch of strong, young men. They followed her as if in a trance, as she led them from the bar, to the alleyway. She slowly went to each one, kissing them, and taking their life from them. Soon all ten of the men's eyes were black, waiting for her command. She looked around, satisfied with her army, and with a click of her fingers they all disappeared; sent back to her place.
If Sam wanted a war, he was about to get one.
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I apologise for the length of chapter guys...i've started writing them longer than they have been, so dont fret! i have been posting this on another site, and i always feel rushed to get it up for my other readers, so i make them short. it will get better :)
Thanks for hanging in, and tomorrow, i will give you two updates.
it's starting to get juicy...
Nikki