Hi folks!
So, I just wanted to let you know that I don't do death-fic's... although I got the info that some do have that confidence in me ;) *grins evilly*
Well, so... I stop bantering and let you read the next chapter.
John stood frozen on the entrance to the living room, a big lump preventing him from swallowing the bile that started to build up in the back of his throat.
He'd arrived a couple of minutes ago at Bobby's yard, knowing about the hunt his boys had done up here. The concern that something bad had happened had proved to be true the second he had seen the open door, the dark house and then... the living-room.
Blood splatters had bathed the room in dark-red. He turned away from the two corps, his body betraying him finally and retched, while he braced himself with one hand on the wall.
The bodies were mangled. They had been nailed to the wall by silver-spikes. One head down, the other a few inches away head up, their eyes scrunched close, they almost looked like crucified.
John forced himself forward, feeling the slick floor under his shoes. Stopping only a few inches in front of the two killed men he stared at the bloody letters written between them.
He felt something inside him shatter as he recognized the Hebrew word, breath coming in hard gasps suddenly. Everything seemed to fall in place now as he finally understood.
Yəhûḏāh – Judas, the Traitor. He had to find his sons...
...
John broke through the bushes, feeling the thorns ripping his clothes. But he ignored it, he just tried to run harder, his heart thumping against his ribcage as he pushed himself.
He had lost so much valuable time… he had almost reached the cave and stopped dead at the agonized scream that echoed through the wood.
St. Mary's cave. The only place in a radius of about hundred miles that was something assembling to what the ritual would need.
Taking a deep breath he took out his gun and stealthily walked into the cave. His eyes mere slits; gone was the fright and fear for his children as he spoke loud and clear into the room:
"Iudica, Domine, iudicantes me; impugna impugnantes me. Apprehende clipeum et scutum et exsurge in adiutorium mihi..."
He saw the man at the end of the cave, saw his first born's weak attempts as he hung in the grip of the assailant, saw his youngest on the floor, blood everywhere... all in one second. Taking a deep calm breath, he repeated the Latin words, louder, more demanding this time: "Iudica, Domine, iudicantes me; impugna impugnantes me. Apprehende clipeum et scutum et exsurge in adiutorium mihi..."
He saw the creature let go of Dean, saw Dean tumbling to the ground and smirked as the unholy creature screamed, the hands of the man coming up to his head, and for a third time he spoke the words:
"Iudica, Domine, iudicantes me; impugna impugnantes me. Apprehende clipeum et scutum et exsurge in adiutorium mihi..."
He opened the bottle of holy water as he walked forward, pulling the trigger several times, bullet after bullet slammed into the body. The man fell, blood pooling under him, the inhale the man took wet gurgles as John stopped over him.
He drained the bottle of holy water over the man on the ground, his eyes devote of any emotion, his hands calm and sincere. He walked over to the silver cross, lifted it off the ground and walked casually back to the man.
His eyes burned with a fierce fire, as he met the man's gaze.
"You've messed with the wrong family." He told him in a matter-of-fact-voice, then raised the cross high above his head and ended the ritual with the final words:
"Et captio, quam abscondit, apprehendat eum, et in eandem calamitatem ipse cadat."
The cross came down hard, pinning the man to the floor, severed the artery on it's way through the neck. John now panted, looking on as the body of Benjamin twitched for a last time and then stood still, eyes wide open, staring unseeingly.
A groan let him forget the dead man on the floor. He turned around in the cave to see Bobby lying on his side, eyes fluttering as he came to. For a moment he considered helping him, but then he remembered all the blood on his youngest. He rushed forward, coming to a stop beside his boy.
"Sammy..." he breathed, seeing the damage to his son's shoulder, his hands touching Sam's chest to feel the fluttering in and out of Sam's breath. He needed to stop the blood-flow... now!
SPNSPN
It hurt to breathe. Make it stop! Please make it stop! He could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, as it tried to pump the blood through his veins. He remembered being pierced... agonizing pain... Make it stop!
He was cold, and wet... and then hands were on him again. No! No more! Please! Make it stop. A burning sensation started from his shoulder, eating him alive. He wanted to scream, but there was no breath left for that... and through the oncoming darkness, he could hear a voice. It told him to hold on. It told him that everything was going to be alright again.
His jumbled mind couldn't make out the voice, but only ones voice let him feel the way he started to feel now. "Dean..." he let the words tumble out in a faint sigh... and then there was nothing...
SPNSPN
It was after Sam's sigh, as silence descended, that suddenly revelation slammed into him.
"Dean!" he barked, trying to get his son's attention. "DEAN!"
Dean was laying on his side, unmoving with his eyes closed, his face a deadly pale pallor. John felt his stomach roll and he jumped, as some one put a hand on his shoulder.
"Let me keep the pressure... help... him."
Bobby, sank on his knees beside John, blood dripping from his nose, his left wrist protectively cradled to his chest.
"Bobby..."
"John! It's not the time! Move it!" Bobby's voice changed from pain filled to demanding, ordering.
John simply nodded and jumped to his feet.
To be continued...
Well, you've dreaded this, right? What do you think??? Want me to stop??? *LOL*