Dean's POV
We pulled up into the parking lot of a small vet clinic and I couldn't help but get a weird vibe from the place. "Am I the only one that thinks it's strange that a vet gave these kids that spell. I mean this crap is classic hoodoo, Sam." I shook my head and looked over at him.
"Well that's why we're here, Dean. To get to the bottom of this." He got out of the impala, and I slowly followed behind. Walking in, it seemed like your typical Vet clinic. Miserable dogs barking and clawing, cats hissing, the god awful hint of urine lingering around the place. I slowly rang the bell that was sitting on the desk, and the vet, which I'm assuming was Deaton, walked out.
"Can I help you two with something?" Deaton looked over at Sam and I slightly confused, I'm guessing it was because we were in a vet clinic with no sick pet.
"Uh, yeah my brother and I are friends of Chris Argent's. Sam and Dean Winchester." Sam said politely. "We just wanted to ask you a few questions. We were hoping you might be able to help us out."
"Winchester? You wouldn't happen to be related to John Winchester by chance would you?" Deaton asked seeming a little surprised and we nodded our heads.
"Yeah, he was our father. You knew him?" I asked, raising my brow curiously.
"Knew him, I helped him and Argent on a hunt once." Huh, what were the odds our dad knew an emissary. "I'm Deaton. It's nice to meet you boys. So what did you want to know exactly?" He motioned us to the back of the clinic and we followed him.
"Allison Argent said you had her and her friends perform a ritual in order to find their missing parents. Do you have the book you got the spell from?" I asked a little skeptical of the guy. Something was off about him, but I couldn't place my finger on it. Deaton shook his head.
"I don't get my rituals from a book." Deaton admitted, glancing at both of us.
"Well they had to come from somewhere." Sam said, his brows furrowing.
"Family journals passed down from generation to generation. Can I ask what's going on?" Deaton asked a little curious. Something told me he already knew what was going on.
"Allison and her friends have been seeing things." Sam admitted and Deaton didn't look at all surprised that this was happening to the poor kids.
" I'm guessing, bad side effects from the witchy mojo… but you already knew that was going to happen, huh?" I added and shook my head.
"I warned them that this could happen. It's not like they had much of a choice." Deaton defended himself. I wasn't buying it, and I wasn't completely sure if Sam was either.
"Alright well how do we stop it?" I asked, hoping there was a way. I didn't know Allison very long, but she didn't deserve to go through this. After all she was trying to save her father. I could relate.
"Stop it? You don't. Those kids opened up a door in their minds doing this ritual. Letting them be susceptible to any hallucinations they see." Of course not. "And the darkness they unleashed. It's going to be a beacon to other things."
"What kind of things are we talkin' here?" I asked becoming slightly frustrated.
"I don't know, but I know whatever's coming. It's not good." Deaton sighed.
"Deaton, is there anyway we could borrow that journal? Just so we know what we're dealing with?" Sam asked politely. I gotta admit, I admired how calm Sammy could stay in a situation. Nothing I would ever admit out loud though.
"Yes, of course. I'm sorry there isn't more I could do for you two." He got the journal out of his desk drawer and handed it to Sam.
"No, that's okay. Thanks for your help." Sam flashed a small grin and we both headed back out to the impala. "So what now?" Sam looked over at me and slightly shrugged.
"We go meet up with Allison and her friends, and see what's going on." I said, while getting into the car, driving back to Allison's place.
"Do you think we can actually stop this thing. Whatever the hell it is." Sam asked, doubt filling his voice.
"I don't know, Sammy, but we have to try. These kids were just trying to save their parents. They don't deserve this you know?" I sighed redirecting my eyes to the road.
"Trust me, I know, Dean." Sam sighed, running his hands through his hair. when we got to Allison's place, we saw other cars parked in her drive way. I hastily ran with Sam behind me to the front door, and opened it, seeing Allison and a handful of her friends gathered around the living room.
"Hey." Allison waved her hand shyly and got up from the couch. "Sam, Dean, these are my friends. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Isaac. Scott and Isaac are werewolves, and Lydia's a banshee." I glanced over at the red head Lydia and raised my brow in surprise. I never saw a real life banshee in my years of hunting, I guess I can cross that off the list. "Guys this is Sam and Dean. Friends of my dad."
"Now when you say, friends of your dad's, you mean…?" Stiles looked at Allison and then at us.
"Hunters… yes." I answered for Allison. "Which of you two did the ritual?" I wondered.
"Stiles and I." They stood up slowly and walked over to us. "Do you think you can help us? Stiles has it pretty bad." Scott stated, slowly moving his gaze over to Stiles in concern.
"We're going to try the best we can" Sam assured them with a small smile. I glanced over and noticed that something was off with Allison. She looked as if she were in some kind of daze. I watched as she pulled out her hunter knife, moving it towards her own stomach. I tried to get over to her before it was too late, but the knife was already plunged into her skin.
"Allison!" I yelled, catching her in my arms, as her body gave out. "Help me get her to the impala. I'm taking her to the hospital." I said as I picked her up and carried her to the car with haste. I could her feel her body struggling in my hold as she finally snapped back to reality, in pain. "It's alright, Allison. It's alright." I whispered, trying to keep my calm. This reminded me too much of Lisa's accident.
"Sammy, I need you to drive." I said as I got in the back with Allison holding her close. I was hoping to God that she would be okay. I didn't want to have to give her father the "I'm sorry" talk at the hospital. I've had it done to me one too many times. Please let her be alright. I kept repeating in my mind.