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The Oakwell 100

Chapter Six

As Sam awoke he could hear voices, he recognized his Dad's and Bobby's put there was a third voice he didn't know. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked several times to focus.

"Dad"

John was there immediately peering over him "Hi kiddo"

Sam tried to bring his hand up desperately wanting to touch his dad's face to make sure he wasn't an illusion, a figure of his imagination but when he couldn't lift his hand he realized he was strapped down, suddenly he was panicking, struggling against his bonds, he remembered stage two strapped to a cold table, he became lost in the memory "Please untie me; I'll be good father I'll obey you"

John saw Sam's eyes glaze over and it struck him what the bastard had done to his sons, anger welled up inside of him but he kept it lock up as he spoke soothingly to his son "It's ok Sammy, your safe calm down, the restraints are for your own safety"

Sam could hear his Dad telling him to calm down, but he couldn't breathe his chest tightened as the room began to close in on him, it was the feeling of been trapped and helpless that made him scream out, his heart rate increased setting off the alarm on the heart monitor.

Doctor Matthews ran into the room quickly adding a sedative to Sam's IV line, Sam quickly quieten down as the drug invaded his system, his eyes began to droop almost immediately, before sleep took him he asked "Dean, where's Dean?"

John lowered his head, he couldn't answer his question "Don't worry Sammy, go to sleep" he replied soothingly

Later that same day Agent Anderson pulled the car into a parking space outside the hospital, he looked across at the main entrance of the hospital it was a media circus, taking a deep breath, he took out his FBI badge and walked towards the main doors as he reached them the press were down on him like hungry vultures. They pushed microphones into his face as he pushed passed them; bombarding him with questions.

"What's the boy name?"

"Where has he been these last three months?"

"Why did he kill the Senator?"

Agent Anderson ignored their questions flashed his badge at the Police officers who were guarding the main entrance door. Once inside he made his way to the elevator. When the elevator doors opened on the third floor, he once again he flashed his badge at another police officer sat on a chair. He walked down hall towards room twelve; the police officer seating outside the door saw the FBI badge and nodded his approval, he pushed the door open and stepped inside the private room. The first person he saw was his partner, agent Stevenson sat in a chair in the corner of the room "how are you feeling?" he asked

"Like I've been thrown into a wall with force" Agent Stevenson replied

Agent Anderson looked around the room John Winchester was sat opposite Sam's bed and Bobby Singer was lent against the windowsill. He walked over to the bed noticing that Sam was strapped down and sleeping peacefully.

"As he said anything useful?" Agent Anderson asked

"No" John replied "Doctors have been doing their tests"

"What did they say?"

"Nothing yet, they haven't got their results back yet" John replied

Agent Stevenson spoke up "What about this morning?"

"Well the Senator died in the explosion along with ten others, teachers, Senator's aids and press mainly, we have a few others on the critical list. There were three members of Oakwell 100; Mark Phillips shot himself, Dean Winchester escaped and Sam here. We found a sniper rifle in an empty apartment across from the school; it has Dean's finger prints all over it"

Agent Anderson turned to Stevenson "You look done in, it's getting late; I'll drive you home"

Agent Stevenson rose stiffly from his chair "We'll see you tomorrow morning" the agents left the room and started to walk down the corridor.

Stevenson turned to Anderson "I've still got to write my report up and I don't know what I'm going to write"

"You write what happened, the yellow-eyed man grabbed you and threw you against the wall" Agent Anderson replied

Agent Stevenson stopped walking "That's just it, he did and he didn't"

Agent Anderson also stopped walking and faced his partner "What's that suppose to mean, either he did or he didn't, which one was it?"

"The yellow-eyed man didn't grab me, he didn't even touch me" Agent Stevenson replied watching the expression on his partner's face.

A confused look spread across Anderson's face "Then who slammed you into the wall, Dean Winchester?"

"No" Stevenson sighed "Ok, this is going to sound crazy, it was like the yellow-eyed man did it with his mind, he threw me across the alley with the power of his mind"

Anderson looked at the serious expression on Stevenson's face, he wasn't joking "You put that in your report and they'll be carting you off to the funny farm" Anderson though for a moment "Look it's been one hell of a day, you've been knocked unconsciousness sleep on it, things will be clearer in the morning."

"I very much doubt it" Agent Stevenson stated as he once again started walking down the corridor.

John watched Sam sleeping peacefully; he ran his hand through Sam's hair. He turned to Bobby "Go eat something and get some sleep there no point us both sitting here"

"I will but when I come back in a few hours I want you to do the same" Bobby informed him

"I will" John replied half heartedly looking at Sam

"I mean it John," Bobby knew John was telling him what he wanted to hear.

"I could do with a cup of caffeine I'll walk with you to the vending machine down the hall" John rose from the chair "I'll be back in a minute kiddo" he walked to the door on his way out he asked the police officer if he wanted a drink, the officer assured him he was fine.

John and Bobby walked in silence passed the nurses' station, she looked up and smiled at the exhausted pair and her heart when out to them and the poor boy.

"I won't be too long, a couple of hours" Bobby said as they reached the vending machine.

"Ok" John dug deep into his pocket for change

Bobby hadn't even taken two steps when the corridor lights started to flicker over their heads, he turned backed to John.

"O god Sammy" dropping the change in his hand John started to race back down the corridor, Bobby in hot pursuit. The nurse jumped up from her seat as they passed, she ran after them not sure what was going on. The police officer was also on his feet, gun at the ready when John and Bobby reached the door to the room.

John opened the door to Sam's room and stopped dead. The hospital bed was empty; his eyes darted around the room searching for Sam but the room was empty, Sam was gone the yellow-eyed demon had taken him.

Bobby pushed passed John and walked over to the bed, the restraints had been opened and the white hospital sheets were covered with sulphur. John walked calmly over to the wall and angrily slammed his fist into it. He was angry as hell at himself; he had let Sammy slip through his fingers, he should have known better he couldn't protect Sam in the hospital.

The next morning Agents Stevenson and Anderson stood in front of the police officer who had been on guard outside Sam's room.

"So let me get this straight, no one entered the room or left, but when you went in Sam was gone and you saw nobody"

"Yeah, that's right" The police officer replied "I swear to god on the bible that's what happened"

"And you didn't fall asleep?" Agent Anderson asked

"No, of course not" the police officer snapped, he was hurt by the insinuation that he would fall asleep on duty. "I was wide awake ask Mr Winchester, if you don't believe me"

"Ok that all for now" Agent Stevenson watched the police officer walk down the corridor.

"Well his story checks out with the others, no one entered and Sam didn't leave" Agent Anderson mused "well not through the door anyway"

"This has got to be the weirdness case I have ever worked on, there are so many things that don't add up here, first we have one hundred kids murdering the town folk, then they go all Houdini, Sam disappears from a guarded room on a guarded hospital floor and then there's yesterday that I still can't explain" Agent Stevenson shook his head.

"You still on about that, god Jeff you were concussed your mind was playing tricks on you" Agent Anderson replied "I agree some things are off here, but you carry on about what you thought happened yesterday and the boss will have you visiting the shrink"

"I know what happened and I want some answers" Agent Stevenson started walking "And I know who as the answers, I'll see you later"

"Jeff, where are you going?" Agent Anderson shouted down the corridor after him.

"To see John Winchester"

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John Winchester rubbed his gun with a cleaning cloth, his thoughts turning to his kids, it had been over three months and god he missed them, after Mary's death they were the only reason that kept him going, He needed them and they need him especially Dean, he remembered how the happy talkative four year old shut down, not talking for months.

"You OK, John?" Bobby's voice broke through his thoughts "You've been rubbing that same spot on that gun for the last 15 minutes"

John looked up "Yeah, just thinking about my boys" he put the gun down "Dean will be eighteen in January, it only seems like it was yesterday he was in diapers"

Bobby pushed the image of seventeen year old Dean in diapers out of his head "He's turned into a fine young man and Sam will too"

John nodded his head "I did my best, I tried to protect them, keep them safe but I still ended up failing them"

"Hell John you haven't failed them" Bobby's response was interrupted by a knock at the door; they both looked at each other then quickly started to clear away their weapons from view.

Agent Stevenson pulled the car up outside the motel and climbed out, the place was a real dump. He knocked on room door number three and waited, he heard low voices and some shuffling then the door opened on the chain and John Winchester's head a peered around the door, after that the door quickly shut and he heard the chain being removed and then the door opened fully for him to enter, as he walked in he could see Bobby Singer shoving things into an old duffel bag, obvious something they didn't want him to see.

"Agent Stevenson any news" John asked as he made sure his gun that was tucked in the waistband of his jeans was covered by his shirt.

"Sorry no news about your boys" Agent Stevenson replied "I need to talk to you about what happened yesterday" he looked around the small messy motel room and then for a place to sit; seeing the agent's dilemma John immediately cleared a chair for him to sit on. Sitting down he stared at his hands and then looked up at John and Bobby's waiting faces.

"Look this isn't easy for me" Agent Stevenson began "I've always seen things in black or white, no grey areas but yesterday the yellow-eyed man threw me a curve ball" he looked from John to Bobby "A lot of things have happened that don't make a whole lot of sense"

"Go on" John replied sitting down on the corner of his bed

"There's something I want to know and I think you already know the answer, the yellow-eyed man" Agent Stevenson paused and took a deep breath "he's not a man is he?" he waited for them laugh or tell him he was crazy

John and Bobby exchanged looks, not sure if they should tell him the truth or not.

"Look yesterday in the alley, I came face to face with the yellow-eyed man, he didn't lay a finger on me but I felt like I was been choked I couldn't breathe, he walked over to me lifted me to my feet and threw me across the alley into the wall as if I was nothing. As far as I'm aware no man could possibility do that and I'm thinking you two know what he is" Stevenson looked at their expressionless faces, he couldn't read what they were thinking "plus the last two times you've been one step ahead of us. You knew that the boys were going to strike in Dallas and Bethany and I want to know how?"

John spoke "If you don't believe what we're about to tell you, just remember you came to us"

"OK"

"Your right he's not a man he's a demon, he possess people, takes over their body, a gun or knife won't kill him" John stopped and watched the agent process the information.

Agent Stevenson laughed he thought they were joking until his saw their serious faces "I've heard of demons in books and films but they were just stories"

"I'm afraid not" John replied

Agent Stevenson jumped up and started pacing the small room "So you're saying we can't kill this demon?"

Leaning against the wall Bobby had remained silent until now "No, we can only do an exorcism which will send him back to hell"

Agent Stevenson nodded his head; they had done an exorcism in the film Exorcist he turned his attention to his other question "How do you know where they'll strike next?" he asked

Bobby pulled out from under the bed his duffel bag, grabbing the map from inside it he laid it open over John's bed "Four days before the boys appear there are always electrical storms, we know where they'll be but we don't know who the targets are".

John added "There's a pattern, Dean his always the sniper and Sam sets the explosives but wherever the boys are the demon's never very far away."

"We need to work together on this to get all the boys back from the yellow-eyed demon, will you let me know when the electrical storms start again" Agent Stevenson asked as his phone began to ring, he answered it "Hello"

He listened to Agent Anderson on the other end of the phone "Yeah, I'll be there shortly" he answered before ending the call and turning back to John "Look I have to go, I'll be waiting for your phone call"

"As soon as we hear anything we'll contact you" John promised as he opened the motel door, he quickly closed it behind the FBI Agent as he left, he shot Bobby a look of surprise "Well, that went well"

Bobby took his baseball cap off and scratched his head "I'd say so"

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A week later John sat tensely behind the wheel of the impala, Bobby sat by his side with his phone pressed to his ear, they were on their way to San Francisco; electrical storms were building up over the city. John shot Bobby a glance as he ended his call with Agent Stevenson.

"He'll be there by tomorrow night" Bobby informed him "He's going to organise a SWAT team from there he says"

John nodded his head, he didn't like the idea of a SWAT team; Agent Stevenson knew damn well that if the boys were cornered they would take their own lives. But he also knew he couldn't do it alone, he needed the FBI's help and yet he didn't want to put his sons' lives in someone else's hands but what choice did he have.

TBC