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THE OAKWELL 100

Chapter Two

John Winchester listened to the impala's radio hoping for some snippet of news on the Oakwell 100 as he followed Bobby's truck; he had reluctantly agreed to stop with him for awhile until he had his sons back. The music from the radio was interrupted by a news report. The news announcer informed the listeners "A body of a boy has been found in the woods not far from Oakwell, the boy is believed to be one of the missing Oakwell 100, authorises have not yet released the boy's name as they are waiting until the boys relatives have been informed as soon as..." John switched the radio off

John ran a tired hand down his face and returned his attention back to the road noticing that Bobby had pulled into a service station ahead so he pulled in behind him. Just as John was climbing out of impala his cell phone started to ring, he stood for a moment gripped with fear his mind going back to what the news reporter had said about informing the relatives of the dead boy, was it them on the phone now, were they going to inform him that the body they had found was his Sammy or Dean. John took a deep breath and answered, he signed with relief, it was a man who needed help with a possible poltergeist, he apologized saying he was unable to take the job on because of personal reasons but he gave him Caleb's number instead. Ending the call John lowered his head and let his shoulders slump forward as he leaned against the impala, he couldn't do this, it was the not knowing that every time his phone rang he would be wondering if it was the authorizes informing him that they had found the body of one of his sons or both. He saw Bobby approaching so he straightened up hiding his feeling from one of his oldest friends.

"You can't fool me Winchester, I know you're tired and worried out of your mind and don't tell me your fine, you can drop the act." Bobby knew how John because he felt the same

John huffed "You know me too well Singer"

"You can't con a con man and I know how much them boys mean to you" Bobby replied

"Their everything to me and I can't lose ...John voice faded he didn't want to think about life without them

Bobby nodded he understood "Come on let's get to my place before dark"

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The next day it was all over the newspapers, the body of the boy was named as Craig Dawson age 14 and it was confirmed by the Police that he was one of the missing Oakwell 100. As yet the cause of death had not been released to the press, but speculation was that he had suffered a severe brain haemorrhage, the article when on to say that his remaining relatives would miss him dearly, he was well liked in the community, a good student who was caring and considerate. He loved playing baseball and it had been his dream to play professional baseball when he was older. The FBI still had no idea where the missing Oakwell 100 had vanished too. The tests results showed that the town's water supply had high levels of sulphur how it got there was still unknown.

John sat at the table in Bobby's kitchen drinking a cup of caffeine; having the read the article he turned the page over "Sons of bitches" he yelled slamming his fist down hard on the table making the coffee mug jump. There in print was the full list of names of the missing Oakwell 100 in alphabetical order. At the end of the list under W were Sam and Dean's names, John was fuming, what right had they to print his sons' names without his permission. He never had much dealings before with the press so he had no reason to form an opinion of them but now he was quickly forming one of dislike, to them it was just news; they were like vultures looking for a story with no feeling or regard for what the relatives were going through, at least there were no photographs of them John thought, thank god for that. Removing the page from the newspaper he crossed through Craig Daniels' name with his pen, wirily standing up he walked into Bobby's living room and pinned the list to the wall.

Over the next few weeks three more bodies of The Oakwell 100 turned up, the first Steven Hill 13, his body was found floating in a river in Utah, Cory Jackson 15, his body was discovered in a graveyard of all places in Arkansas and the latest Michael Mitchell also 15, his body was found dumped behind a diner in Wisconsin.

After each body was found John crossed their names of the list and marked on his map the location of where the bodies were found. John and Bobby knew there was no pattern to where the bodies were found the only thing which was consistent was how they died, the all suffered from a brain haemorrhage. John didn't want to think about what the demon was doing to the boys to cause their brains to haemorrhage, what Dean and Sam were going through.

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It was evening time in a busy chic Italian Restaurant in Seattle, businessman Jack Holroyd and his wife Patricia were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary; they were chatting away to each other about their wedding day when the door to the restaurant opened and in walked a teenage boy wearing knee torn jeans and a white T-shirt. The boy called Johnny by his friends ignored the head waiter who seemed appalled at his attire continued to scan the room full of diners. He walked slowly up to Jack Holroyd and stood in front of his table. Jack Holroyd stopped talking and looked up at the teenager "Can I help you?" Jack asked inquisitively

The voice in Johnny's head was clear and simple "kill Jack Holroyd kill Jack Holroyd" he shook his head he didn't want to kill anymore but he couldn't stop his own hand from reaching behind his back and pulling the gun from his jeans and pointing it at his target, he saw Jack Holroyd eyes widened in shock as he pulled the trigger firing two bullets into his head

Patricia Holroyd screamed out as her husband's head fell into his plate of lasagne his limp arm knocked over his glass of wine staining the table cloth the colour of blood, she carried on screaming hysterically while the rest of the diners sat mortified in their seats, some of the women started sobbing quietly as Johnny spun around in a circle pointing the gun randomly around the room, the voice inside him told him to run, leave the restaurant but he didn't want to, he didn't want to kill again. He turned and pointed his gun at a man rising from his chair, to Johnny he looked old but he was only in his forties and had that rich look about him because he was wearing an expensive suit, he walked towards Johnny his hands held up and palms out in a non threatening manner.

"Son please put the gun down" he spoke softly as he took a few steps forward toward the teenager

Johnny looked around the restaurant at their horrified faces "I had to do it, you see failure's not an option" he shouted out in defence of his actions, blood trickled down his nose he wiped it away with the back of his free hand. "I didn't want to do it but the voice in my head; it told me too, he makes me do evil things"

"Who's making you do evil things son?" the man asked hoping to distract the teenager while someone called the police.

"He's Father, but I know deep down he's not my father" Johnny gripped his head in pain falling to his knees "he demands obedience and loyalty" he broke out in a sob "I'm not a bad boy I just have no choice"

"I understand you did it against you will" the man edged forward slightly if he could get near enough he could over power the teenager "but now you have a choice you can put the gun down and we'll get you some help"

"Failure is not an option, failure is death" the voice inside his head told him as more blood trickled down his nose but this time he didn't bother to wipe it away he let it drop on to his white T shirt, he had failed to obey father, he should have left the restaurant, disobedience and failure meant only one thing "No, I must obey Father, I have no choice I've failed him"

The man wasn't sure why the teenager was talking about failure "How have you failed him?"

"Disobedience is unacceptable" Johnny put the barrel of the gun under his chin

Knowing what was about to happen, the man rushed forward to grab the gun but he was to late the teenager pulled the trigger and killed himself in front of the full restaurant.

Across from the restaurant in an empty office a pair of yellow eyes watched the proceedings; the boy had killed his target but had been one of the unstable ones but this was only the beginning of stage three and he had plenty more soldiers in his army, turning way from the window he had already picked his soldier for the next job, Dean Winchester.

There wasn't much left of the boy's face, so it was left to the diners in the restaurant to identify him from the photographs of the Oakwell 100. They all picked the same photo, John Peterson aged 17; they all said that he looked thinner, but when an FBI agent asked one of the women if he looked thinner she said no not thinner more gaunt looking, he wore a troubled pained expression on his face she told them.

The next day the Oakwell 100 was once again in every newspaper, there were speculations of where the boy had been, why he had killed Jack Holroyd a local business man who sold computers. Then there were the conspiracy theories than they had been abducted by aliens and turned into killers as part of an alien invasion others thought they were part a failed government project to make the perfect soldier which the government wanted to keep covered up.

John Winchester crossed the boy's name of the list; John Peterson was the first of the Oakwell 100 to turn up alive but had chosen to take his own life or had he? Neither John nor Bobby had any solid reason why the demon would want Jack Holroyd dead.

"It doesn't make a lick of sense" Bobby mused

"There as to be reason" John slammed his fist on the wall in frustration he wouldn't rest until he found one

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Pain ripped through Dean's skull, it felt like his head was going to explode into a million pieces, images of a man he didn't know flashed before him he closed his eyes but he still saw the man's face. He just wanted to pass out, drift into a coma like state where he felt no pain, but the demonic virus wouldn't let him, it whispered to him from inside mind, it made his skin crawl as if there were bugs inside his veins, his throat was raw and dry from screaming until he couldn't scream any more, his back arched up as the next wave of pain came ripping through his skull like lighting and suddenly it was gone he let his body relax against the cold steel table.

The yellow-eyed demon stepped forward to the steel table and looked down at Dean "What is it that I expect of you Dean?"

"Obedience and loyalty, failure is not a option" Dean parroted the voice in his head

"What does failure mean, Dean?"

"Failure is not an option failure is death"

"You know your target?"

"Yes, Professor Williams"

"Good"

Lightning flashed above a roof opposite the Boston University. Dean felt like he was floating in a sea of blackness, he knew what he had to do the voice in his head told him "Kill Professor Williams, kill Professor Williams". He opened his eyes and looked around, he saw he was lying on a flat roof and next to him was a silver carrying case. Seating up he opened the case and started to assemble the rifle. His muscles felt heavy and sore as he stood up and walked over to the edge of the roof, he put the rifle on its stand and laid down on his stomach looking through the telescopic sight at the University, he adjusted the rifle to take into account for wind speed and distance.

"Failure is not an option, failure is death"

Over at the University students and teachers started to pour out of the main doors; Dean was looking for Professor Williams, the image of man's face flashed through Dean's mind, he looked through the sight of the rifle and searched for that face about the exiting crowd.

Professor Williams walked down the long corridor; he was looking forward to watching the football game at the local bar with a few of his mature students. As he reached the door to the main entrance he heard his named being called, he stopped and turned to see that it was one of his students,

"Hi Lucy"

"Professor Williams, can I ask you a question about my assignment?" Lucy asked

"Sure, if you don't mind walking along with me?" he opened the door to let her pass through first

She stepped through and he followed her "So what's the problem?" he asked her as they walked down the steps.

"Well, I don't know where..." she stopped in mid sentence when she saw the bullet hit the Professor she watched him fall to the ground in horror dropping her books she started screaming

Seeing the professor leave the building and walk down the steps Dean squeezed the trigger and watched the bullet whiz through the air hitting its intended target between the eyes. Kneeling he started to dismantle the rifle replacing it back in the case then he sat crossed legged on the roof and waited.

TBC