Chapter 6- Werewolf's, Demons, and Vampires, Oh My!
"NO!" Dean screamed out, getting up and lunging after the creature. "Don't you dare hurt my fucking father!" Dean cursed, beginning to sprint, chasing the werewolf who was practically clinging onto John's clothes as he continued at full agility.
Dean couldn't believe his mind when he had began running almost twenty miles in a couple of seconds. Then Dean did something he thought he would have never done in his entire live. He jumped on top of the wolf's back, tackling him to the ground.
Dean turned the creature around where he was face to face with the monster, and began flailing his arms in a maniac manner.
"Dean, get the gun!"
Dean was processing his father's comments as he continued to punch the werewolf square cross his inhuman hairy face. "What fucking gun?!" Dean yelled, screaming all while, his arms flowing with blood as the sharp teeth cascaded across Dean's skin. "You motherfucking bitch! You cut me! I'll fucking kill you, you hear that werecunt?! I'll kill you!" Dean's curses manifested, echoing against the trunks of the willows and the oak.
"Dean, the gun that I handed to you! Where is it?" John frantically asked his son, making a decision on what act he should take part in in. Dean had been in the heat of the moment that he forgot his own defensive object. Dean stood back, getting up while doing so.
The creature covered his face, whimpering from his wounds. "Yeah, that's right, bitch. Cry all you want, but it's about time you get what's been coming to you for months now!" Dean unzipped his pocket, and held out the gun, putting the trigger into mode.
"Dean, don't. It's useless!" John said, almost barricading his son from the creature, but Dean was too late. He didn't care at this point what his father said or not. He was going to kill this bastard for all he's ever done. Dean pointed the gun straight at the creature's heart and pulled the trigger.
Nothing.
"Told you it was useless, Dean!" John grabbed the gun and began going through his pockets. "Dad, watch out!" Dean yelled, as John ducked under the werewolf's grasp, his paw hitting Dean right in the stomach.
Dean's body fell to the floor, gasping for air. John began running further into the forest, the creature in fast pursuit.
"Dad, don't!" Dean said, feeling quite dizzy getting up. He didn't care as he began running for the two, who were already way ahead. About forty yards was fields of corn on a downwards hill, and Dean could see his father running into them, the monster closing in on them too.
Dean stopped before them the second the werewolf went beyond. Dean was praying that his father killed it or something as he continued to hear the rusting of the cornstalks. Dean felt a gut feeling of racing in there, to see if anything was going wrong so he went smack face first, the stalks hitting his forehead, almost tripping as he ran downwards.
The cornstalks stopped at the edge of a small pond, Dean holding onto dear life to the stalks of corn, almost falling into the water.
"Dad!" Dean yelled, turning around to see if his father had followed behind him, but to no effect. "Dean!" John's voice came from the other side of the cornstalks. Dean traced the voice's origin, following his steps from when he entered the field. Dean ran up the hill, running into his father's body.
"Dad, where is it?!" Dean asked his father full of fright. "Dean, not now. We're leaving! Get to the Impala!"
John grabbed his son by the scruff of the collar, creating a rough red patch on Dean's neck.
"Dad, why did we leave?" Dean asked frantically as John pulled the Impala out of the parking space.
"Because we're not ready. This thing is too strong for us." John said, beginning to drive on the empty street.
Dean felt like the Impala was the only moving thing in the entire town. "Then when the hell will we be?" Dean asked with an attitude. "Dean, not now. I don't know. Just shut up." John demanded.
"No dad! I want to know why that gun wasn't loaded with any bullets." Dean demanded his dad. "Dean, I gave you that gun because I wanted to see if you could hold yourself up against that thing. To see if you could go one on one with this thing without any guns or anything. But you can't. You're not strong enough." John said, putting his foot on the gas pedal.
"I'm not strong enough? Hell dad, I jumped on that bitch's back the minute it started going after you. You just ran the whole fucking time away from it."
John yelled out in frustration. "Dean, I told you, I don't want to hear it right now! Just shut up." John demanded his son again.
"At least I'm not the weak one." Dean murmured under his breath.
"What the hell was that?" John asked, looking at his son. "Nothing, just drive." Dean said, looking out the window.
"Listen Dean, and listen good. I do this because it's my life. I need to find that Demon that killed your mom. You just come along because you like to do it. Just for now, you can't go." John said, turning onto another street.
"Fine then, I didn't want to go with you anyways."
Dean closed the passenger door to the Impala, slamming it harder then it needed to be. He marched across the yard, stomping his feet.
"Dean, come back! I want to talk to you before-" Dean closed the front door behind his father, running up the stairs. Once he got into the hallway, Dean ran down to his bedroom, closing the door behind him and locking it.
By now, Dean was out of breath, and his stomach hurt like hell. He closed his eyes, his back against the bedroom door, and his hand went over his stomach.
A tear wept from Dean's eyes, his face scrunched up in intense pain. He decided to take a shower to wipe away any excess blood, and began to take a look at his stomach as he took his shirt off in the bathroom, facing the gigantic mirror.
There was a big red mark below his abs and a long cut that ran down his hips. When Dean proceeded to take off his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers, Dean noticed the red rash starting to grow along his neck.
Covering that, though, was the necklace John gave to Dean to protect him against the supernatural forces that they came to face. So, if this thing can protect me from werewolf's, demons, and vampires, then I wonder what it can't do.
And Dean would soon find that out.
Yeah, I know, not a scary ending or any big climax or anything but I hope that you guys like it. Tell me what you guys think in your reviews. Let's see if we can get to 15 reviews! Sam and Dean meet next chapter!