author´s notes: I´m terribly sorry for being such a bad person and don´t update often ...being a newby doc is such a crazy thing...almost a torture sometimes!!!!!. I´m working at a small hospital, far away from my home and without computer or tv!!! I know pure agony!!!!, so I hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope i could update in march or april.
Sam remained silent, trying to hear what was going on. His body was in a car outside another little town. Akitar had cold blooded another poor soul and with some kind of goblet was speaking with a higher demon.
"Master Cynalh, everything has been planned as you wish. The hunters will fall in a deadly trap and they will never know what has happened." A contemptuous laugh followed
"Shake, shake, shake. Shake and move it, shake and move it.!"
Someone was loudly singing some nasty disco song from the '70's and that was something Dean couldn't forgive easily. His eyes fluttered for a while trying to gather enough strength to open. He was laying slumped against the window of the passenger door.
"For Christ sake Jack! Stop singing that shit. I've told you that in this car you can only listen and sing classic rock!!"
"Sorry Dean. I thought you were sleeping" Jack replied, turning off the radio.
"I was," Dean growled, yawning. " How far away are we?"
"Just a few hours. Sleep again, you really need it," Jack said, casting Dean a worried look.
"I told you a million times that I'm okay."
"You are not, Dean. You almost died in my arms a week ago."
"Almost is the key word" said Dean with a smirk in his face.
"This time, this time you lucky bastard," Jack was furious. How could Dean love himself so little? To Jack, the memory was still had so fresh of what had happened in that stupid cemetery and the days that came after that cruel moment when for a second Dean stopped breathing. How this cuckoo boy could hide to the world the fact that his heart wasn't working well!?…wasn't working at all!!.
Dean told Jack about his heart condition only a few days ago after Jack became crazy with Dean being a stubborn ass for the millionth time after the cemetery hunt. Jack offered to take Dean to the hospital as he saw him become weaker and weaker, his breathing obviously more difficult. But Dean just said: "We need to go to Wolverine, we have to go to Wolverine."
And he just kept walking, kept breathing, kept living.
A few days after the Dinozzo´s hunt when Dean tried to run after a thief that tried to steal his car and collapsed on the ground, Jack asked Dean why he was killing himself, pushing his body so hard.
"Because of Sammy" answered Dean with tears in his eyes.
Dean told Jack all the sad stories of how Sammy became possessed and he became a totally mess. From that moment Jack swore to help Dean and from that moment Dean started calling Jack, Robin or sidekick boy. He could be dying but he would never lose his sense of humor.
"Listen Robin, I've been thinking about the moment we arrive Wolverine. I think we should trap Sammy inside this kid's house and then I'll chant the exorcism ritual while you keep him calm."
"Stop calling me Robin, Dean. That could be a great plan but how are we gonna make him enter the house and keep him inside long enough to catch him?"
"Why do I have a sidekick boy if he can't figure out a lame plan?" said Dean, laughing.
"I hate making plans. We'll figure it out as the things develop."
"Are you sure you don't have Japanese blood in you? The word kamikaze ring a bell for you?"
"Haha" said Dean, with a nasty glare. "Let my drive, Cheeta."
"Cheeta?!! Cheeta!?"
"You told me not to call you Robin any more" answered Dean with innocence in his eyes.
Three hours later the two hunters entered Wolverine, an extremely small town, but what they found in it would change Dean's life forever.
"Let's eat something," offered Jack and parked the car outside the The Ill Cat Road Café.
Jack started talking and walking to the main door but he soon discovered Dean wasn't by his side.
"Dean?. Dean? I know you like old cars but we really need to eat something and start planning…"
"That's not an old car, THAT´S MY BABY GIRL!!" Dean was memirized by a 67´ black Chevy Impala parked a few cars from theirs.
"It can't be Dean . She was totaled …don't you remember?"
"That's my girl! I can recognize her anytime, anywhere! AWWWW, sweet girl" Dean cooed and started hugging and kissing the car. " How'd you find me, clever girl?"
"Maybe because she was with me all this time, boy."
That was a frigging familiar voice talking to Dean…it was…it was…
"Bobby???" asked Dean, raising his eyes from his beloved car for a second. "Bobby??"
"Right here, boy!" said Bobby and grabbed Dean in a tight hug.
Dean was shocked. What was going on?
"Bobby!!! You old dog, what are you doing here? What happened to my car? Weren't you hurt? Where's Dad? How do you know about Wolverine…"
"Hey, hey, hey. One question at a time. First of all , Dean, you look like crap." Bobby watched Dean carefully, noting how pale and thin he had become, the huge dark circles around his clouded green eyes.
"And you are as ugly as usual!" Dean snapped back, still shocked with this vision in front of him. Bobby and his baby. Was he dreaming? Was he dead? Was he completely crazy?
"Well, about all the questions you have…I know someone who could answer them better than me," with a short movement of his right hand Bobby invited Dean and Jack inside the café.
"What the fuck?" thought Dean and followed Bobby inside.
It was a dirty old bar with the craziest furniture and curtains ever. Pink curtains with little green teacups on them, thousands of small pictures of cats in every wall, fluffy blankets over red square tables.
Dean has been in lot of crapy hotel rooms and bars but nothing like this. He couldn't hide a smile when he entered it and his brain was already thinking cat jokes when he saw him.
Sitting at the furthest table from the door having some caffeine. Old looking, bearded and with sad eyes, there was his Dad, John Winchester in person.
"I think I'm really dead and in hell," said Dean out loud, frozen in his place by the door. Bobby pushed him and Dean started walking zombie-like towards his Dad with astonished eyes.
"Hello there son" said John raising a hand, nervous, not knowing quite well what to do next.
"Dad? Am I dreaming? First my car and now…"
"No, son, you aren't dreaming," cut off John . "It's answer time. Please take a seat."
But Dean didn't sit down. He walked to his Dad and gave him a huge bear hug.
"I'm so sorry, Dean" whispered John in Dean's ear. "I'm so sorry." A few tears straggled down his tired cheeks.
After what seemed to be an eternity both men sat down. John couldn't see at his eldest eyes. He was too ashamed to do that.
"Dean, first of all I owe you an apologize for abandoning you but when I finish my story you'll know the truth and that your father was always by your side."
Dean has forgiven his Dad the second he saw him but there were tons of issues to talk about, so he let his Dad continue with the story.
"I'm gonna tell you my story now and you'll realize that my story is your story too. When I was at the hospital some kind of demon entered my mind and took it over. It made me think in a wrong way and it made me do things that I truly reject like leaving you and Sammy. A few days later I met Bobby who was fixing your Impala as a get well present and he realized I was having this thing talking in my head all the time and making me doing stupid things. He performed some kind of exorcism and then I could think properly again.
I was at Bobby's healing and fixing your car when I got Sam's phone call about you being abducted. I called all my contacts and we started looking for you but no one knew where you were or who Pete was. Then I lost all contact with you two for a while. I thought you two were dead and I almost lost my mind.
Bobby found some kind of information in Seattle that sounded like the yellow eyed demon does so we went there. That's when a doctor called me. The police had found you in a pretty bad shape. Thank God that doc was a fellow hunter and made all the arrangements with a couple of old hunters, Martha and Fred to pick you up and gave you a place to heal, meanwhile, I did some research on my own. But you left the hospital earlier and those two folks had to chase you for all over the county!!
So, when I confirmed you were in good hands I started looking for Sammy. And I hunted him for all over the States but that demon is a clever one and I always arrived too late.
You were in such a bad condition that I kept you far away from the hunt and the information. I went to visit you a couple of times but you were so out of yourself that you didn't realize that I was there. I gave you false information and I surrounded you with hunters to protect you. They followed you to any place you went and they informed me of every single movement you made. I knew about any cough, any pain you have, any word you said, any painkiller you take…..everything. But again you left .
One day after chasing Sammy for two hours with Bobby I realized that if I want to help Sammy I would have to exorcize that demon and doing that I surely would kill my son. So I started researching about alternatives ways of exorcize a demon without hurting Sammy.
Someone told me about this ancient race of hunters that came from Rumania. They've been fighting demons for centuries now, so I contacted them and they showed me a way. But it isn't an easy way. The person who performs the ritual has to have pure love, unconditional love in his heart for the person they want to save. And he must give his life for the other person.
This ritual kills the demon without hurting the possessed victim but also kills the person who performs the ceremony. So I decided to learn this ritual and made all the preparation needed to complete before performing the exorcism…"
"No DAD! Please don't do that!! I'll do the ritual…." cried Dean.
"Dean!" said John, with military voice. "I'm prepared , I'm ready and tomorrow I'm going to save Sammy….."
"And die…" thought Dean, with horror.