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The trip down took less than half a day. We ended up at the place John and the boys had been living at and stayed there for the night to come up with a course of action.

We could've just gone straight to and snuck into the school to set everything up, but we didn't have anything to set up. We had to come up with a plan. Now, all we could do was wait.

And three of us, waiting for revenge, were the definition of a tense and awkward situation. We sat in the living room waiting for someone to take the lead. I was waiting for John to tell us the plan that he had been thinking of our entire ride here. But he had yet to say a word since he parked his car. "So, what is the game plan?" Caleb asked, taking the initiative of breaking the silence.

Caleb and I both knew that John was thinking of something. We could see it in his eyes. "There is supposed to be a pep rally tomorrow, so we're going to pull it off there," he started. "Well, maybe not at the pep rally. Maybe after their football practice."

I had never heard John Winchester sound so unsure. He wanted to do this right. We all did. When it came to taking care of his kids, we didn't want any mistakes. But that made John tentative. And none of us enjoyed working with a tentative John Winchester. "It doesn't matter when we're doing this, just what are we doing once we find out which football players are possessed," I said.

"Blessing the water supply," John replied. "Salting the locker room, and hiding a Key of Solomon at every entrance."

"And you expect them to just sit back idly as we exorcise them one by one?" Caleb challenged.

"You're not going to be able to keep them all in a Key or in the water. And they won't be powerless. That leaves us outnumbered," I added.

"The PA system," John said. "We can project the prayer through there."

"That involves one of us having to sit and wait in the principle's office," Caleb stated. "I didn't like doing it during school, what makes you think that I'm going to enjoy it now?"

"You're going to do it because it has to do with Dean," John replied.

Caleb crossed his arms across his chest and defiantly plopped onto a chair knowing that John had backed him into a corner. John sure did know how to manipulate us. "I don't know how I feel about that, John," I started. "Putting one of us outside of the fight puts this in the demons' favor. Two against seven isn't exactly safe odds."

"Well, the numbers were worse for Dean," John spat.

"Don't bite my head off, John. I'm here to help you."

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I just don't want anything to go wrong."

"Nothing will. We'll make sure of it," I replied.

"We leave for the school at midnight," John said. "We'll check out the school and spray paint the Keys at the entrances. We'll bless the water after their practice. And we'll salt whatever windows are in the locker room."

"Sounds like a plan," Caleb said.

"Now, who is going to be the one to sit in the principle's office and wait?" I asked.

"I'll do it," Caleb answered. I thanked Caleb for being the one to volunteer because I sure as hell wasn't going to. "I don't think I will be able to hold back my anger. And Bobby's more efficient at exorcisms than I am."

"Thanks, Caleb," I replied.

"But if I think that you guys are screwed, I'm running out of the office shooting first."

"Wouldn't dream of keeping you out of a fight, Caleb," John replied, rubbing his cheek that Caleb punched the day before.

"Good, because as pleasurable as it was to punch you in the face, I think that you need more than a day to recover before I do it again," Caleb laughed.

"Laugh it up, Harrison," John said. He looked at his wristwatch and saw the time. "We should get some sleep before we head to the school."

I laid on the couch and tipped my hat over my eyes. After a few deep breaths, all I knew was darkness.

I awoke to the sound of someone laughing. I lifted my hat from my eyes when I saw Caleb sitting on the recliner and watching TV. "What time is it?" I groaned as I stretched my tired muscles.

"Twenty-two after eleven."

"Where's John?" He shrugged in reply. I sat up and rubbed my eyes to try and clear my vision. "Winchester!"

"Why are you yelling?" John asked, walking out of his room.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"We're waiting until midnight," Caleb replied. "I thought that was the plan."

"That's the plan." He threw his cell phone onto the coffee table in the middle of the living room and plopped down next to me. "I just got off the phone with Jim. He said that he was probably going to be done with his hunt around the same time we're going to be done with ours."

"Dean can take care of himself," I reassured the worried father. My words didn't do much. "If you're so damn worried, John, just call him."

"No," John said. "Like you said, he can take care of himself."

But what he really meant to say was that if he called Dean and something was wrong, then it would become a distraction. Then nothing would get done.

I couldn't begin to imagine what was going through John's head the week that Dean was missing. Hell, thousands of scenarios raced through my head as soon as I got the phone call. Being a part of this lifestyle made everyone imagine the worse and hope for anything better than that. Hoping for the best was just wishing. But we all knew how far hoping got us.

"Should we start packing the truck?" I asked.

"Already done," Caleb replied. "Getting tired easily in your old age, are you, Singer?"

"Shut your trap, Caleb, before I shut it for you," I threatened. Caleb laughed and walked into the kitchen. I looked to John and saw him standing and staring off into the distance. "John." He didn't give me any reaction, but I didn't expect one on my first try. He had his concentration face on. "John!" I yelled.

"What, Bobby?"

"Stop getting distracted."

"I'm not distracted," he said softly. His watch on his wrist beeped and I looked at mine on my own wrist. Fifteen minutes until midnight. "Get your stuff together."

"It's all ready," I replied.

"Harrison! Hurry it up."

Caleb walked out of the kitchen with a sandwich in hand. "I'm here," he said shoving the rest of it into his mouth. "Let's go." He looked at me and smiled. "Age before beauty."

Instead of saying something back, I decided to just grab my things and head toward the trucks. The other two would follow me anyway. And I didn't want to waste my energy arguing and bantering with Caleb when I had something to do. The two younger hunters made it out and we left as soon as the clock struck midnight.

We got to the school and lucky for us that Dean went to a small enough private school they didn't need security guards. That would've been a nuisance. We got out of the trucks, supplies in hand. "Head west, that's where the locker room is."

"And where the hell are you going?"

"Water supply is that way," John said pointing in the opposite direction. "I'm going to see if there's a way for me to get into it. I'll meet you guys at the locker room when I'm done."

Caleb and I walked to the locker room in an awkward silence. Caleb picked the lock and we went inside. A small private school meant a small locker room. Lucky us. A section for the locker rooms, one for the bathrooms and another for the showers. And it all led to the weight room. "Go get the ladder," I said as I stared at the ceiling.

I walked around, inspecting our scene as I waited for Caleb to return. He came back with a ladder and John in tow. "So, I found a way to get up to the water supply. I figured that I'd bless it during their practice tomorrow."

"They have a loud speaker in every section of this locker room. And two in the weight room," I added.

"I think that I saw the principle's office on the way back here," Caleb said with a shiver. "I hate that place."

"Let's get to it," John said, in his military tone, that none of us ever paid attention to.

Two hours later, we had spray painted two incomplete Keys of Solomon on the ceilings in the locker room, two incomplete ones at the entrances, and salted all of the windows. The plan was for Caleb to salt the door and me and John to complete the Keys as soon as we got all of the demons inside. We cleaned up any trace and left.

We drove back to John's place and attempted to sleep until the after their football practice. But none of us got sleep that night.

Waiting for anything, I've figured out, is the worst thing that any human has to endure. Whether it's a two year old waiting to open presents on Christmas Day, or a bunch of hunters waiting on revenge.

Time mocked us as the day went by.

We sat along with all of the other parents during the pep rally. The cheerleading. The school colors. Homecoming. A great time for teenagers. Such innocence. Well, as much innocence as a teen can have. But here some of them were being inhabited by some demons.

Bastards.

Using innocents to get the network. But they're demons. I didn't expect anything less.

It was a good thing that we decided to go after these demons after the football practice because there were too many people that we'd have to evacuate which meant too many unpredictable variables.

I thanked God as the rally finished. There was only so much pep a hunter could take.

Now all we had to wait for was a two or three hour football practice.

Great. Just what we all needed, more waiting.

John left for a few minutes to bless the water as soon as the boys were on the field. He also took with him a can of spray paint to finish the two Keys that were in the locker room. They had jugs full of water, so we didn't have to deal with them drinking the blessed water and causing a commotion on the field. We watched them practice from the parking lot and tried to figure out who were the boys possessed.

While John was away, I took Caleb's phone and called my house. Just because John was afraid to call his son didn't mean that I was. Not knowing if Dean was all right was more of a distraction to me than knowing. "You better make sure John doesn't know you're calling Dean."

"Shut up," I replied and waited for someone to pick up the phone. "Dean," I said when he answered the phone.

"I'm okay," Dean replied. "Stop worrying about me." I could hear his eyes rolling from where I was sitting.

"Just calling to make sure you're still alive," I replied.

"I don't want to get a call from you guys until the hunt is over."

"Okay," I answered, and I couldn't help but feel like I was getting scolded by my mother. God rest her soul. "So, have you eaten anything?

"Soup," Dean replied.

"Did you keep it down?"

"Yeah. Like I've been eating soup my entire life."

"Good," I said, relieved. "And meds?"

"I'll take a fever reducer before I sleep."

"Do you know which pill to take?" The last thing that I needed to worry about was him taking the wrong pills.

"I can read a bottle, Bobby," Dean groaned.

"How high is it? Your fever."

"Not bad," he said coolly. "Have to sweat it out, right? I'm lying under half a dozen blankets now. It should be broken soon. And before you ask about the injuries, they're healing."

He always could answer my questions before I asked them. He squashed my fears and now I could concentrate on the hunt. If the hunt went according to plan, then we'd be back by tomorrow and I could check on him myself. "How's Rumsfeld?" I asked.

"He's relaxing on the porch. I envy him right now. Your blankets are itchy," Dean said.

"Dean," I cringed when I said his name the way John had said it only two nights ago, when it felt like a lifetime. Dean sighed, hearing my tone. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Bobby, stop worrying. I'm fine. I'm staying out of trouble. I mean, how much trouble can I get at your place. There's salt all over the house, probably some traps that you've set that I don't even know about, I have a knife under my pillow, and a shotgun at my bedside."

"Okay." My house was basically a fortress against demons and Dean had worked a shotgun in worse conditions.

"How's dad?"

"No way, Dean."

"I was becoming a distraction, wasn't I?" Dean asked. And there was Dean's ability to be able to read his father. Maybe the Winchesters were more predictable than we thought.

"A little," I admitted. "But that doesn't matter now. You don't worry about us; we don't worry about you."

"Fine," Dean agreed. "How is the hunt going?"

"That constitutes as worrying."

"There is just no winning with you, is there, Bobby?"

"I thought you would've known that by now."

"I knew," Dean replied. "But it couldn't hurt to try, right?"

Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. "All right, I see your father coming back," I said. "I'll call you—"

"When you three are done," Dean interrupted.

"Right. And Dean, get some sleep."

"Eventually," Dean sighed.

"Dean."

"I will, Bobby," Dean conceded. "I will. Hanging up now," and he did just that.

I laughed and handed the phone back to Caleb. "Do you have any idea who could be possessed?" I asked John when he returned.

"No," he replied. "All I got was that there are seven of them."

"And where did you get this information?" Caleb asked.

"Not the time to answer that question."

"We have all the time in the friggin' world, John," the youngest hunter among us said.

"You need to focus," John said harshly. "Don't worry about who I got the information from, just know that it's right."

"That's not good enough, John." And I knew where young Sam was getting his argumentative mouth from. Caleb definitely was an influence on both of those boys. Good and bad.

"Will you two cut it out?" I yelled.

It was not the time for them to start fighting with each other. But I had my own reasons for wanting them to stop their arguing. The longer they went on at each other's throat, the closer it'd come for them to make me choose sides. And I never did.

I always sided with Dean. Those two were always going at it about him, and I came to the conclusion long ago that if I sided with the middle Winchester and what was best for him, then it'd be best for everyone. It also had the added benefit of knocking some sense back into the people arguing. "Sorry, Bobby," Caleb apologized.

"Don't say you're sorry," I said. "Just keep your head in the game."

Caleb sighed a sigh full of impatience. He wanted this job to be over with already. I did, too. "Practice is over," John said. We looked up and saw the boys heading toward the locker room. "Let's go."

We got out of the cars and headed toward the locker room. John took the back entrance while Caleb and me took the front. We needed to finish the Keys. When the last of the football players and coaches entered the room, we moved to the entrance.

"Why can't I move out of here?" one of the players yelled.

One of the Keys worked. One demon trapped, six more to go. I lifted Caleb to the ceiling, and he spray-painted the last symbol in the Key at the entrance. "Once we get all the innocents evacuated, salt the doors. Then wait for the signal," I said once Caleb got his feet back on the ground.

"Be careful," Caleb said. I nodded to him and he stepped outside the locker room.

The showers turned on and screams echoed through the place. It was game time. The possessed bodies hissed as the water hit them. "No!" the demon trapped in the Key yelled.

"This is an evacuation!" I yelled. "Get your ass out of here if you can."

"Who the hell are you?" one of the coaches asked.

"The one who is trying to save your life," I replied. "Get out now!" It was show time and I didn't have the patience to deal with these people. In matters like this, every second counted.

Everyone ran out of the locker room if they could. The demons who weren't caught in the water tried to run out the front and back doors but got trapped under the Key. "Damnit!" they yelled along with other choice phrases.

The front entrance slammed shut and I could hear the sand being poured on the other die. Looking at the players that were trapped, my jaw dropped. The players were huge. They had to be the linebackers of the team. The smallest person trapped was the one trapped alone in a Key.

I shut the front door when I saw that we had all seven demons incapacitated. I walked over to the showers and drew a salt line at the entrance of it. Five of the demons were trapped in Keys while the other two were trapped in the Holy Water.

John sauntered from the opposite entrance to where I was and for the first time since I had known him, I felt fear. I was afraid of what John was going to do because I saw a ferocity in his eyes that I had never seen before. "Who is the bastard that is in charge?" he yelled.

"That would be me," said the boy trapped in the middle Key.

"Seth?" John said.

He had to be one of Dean's friends if John knew his name. He had a big C on his uniform telling me that he was a team captain. "Not at the moment," he said.

"No," John whispered.

"John Winchester," the captain of the football team said. "We've been waiting for you."

Everything told me that I wasn't going to like how this ended. Even when we sent these demons back to hell, life would never be the same.

Here is the next chapter. I would've posted it sooner, but I wasn't happy with something about it. I spent a few nights trying to figure out what it was. After a lot of tweaking, I think that I finally got it right. I know that this chapter has a lot going on, but I didn't know where to end it. I hope this turned out all right. Thanks for all of the amazing reviews. I think it's three more chapters after this. Thanks for reading. Please review. Lil-Rock