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It was 10 o'clock in the evening and the town was completely empty. Not a single dog wandered, not even a cricket could be heard. All the lights of the houses of the town were off, all the doors and windows were closed and protected with salt lines. All the houses and farms had devil's traps painted on the ceilings.
A great tension filled the air, turning it unbreathable.
And everywhere hundreds of hunters with protective charms around their necks were hidden, waiting.
Suddenly a cold breeze invaded the town, turning quickly into a hurricane of wind, leaves and hate. The hunters could see nothing, not even their own feet, but still they were on full alert, waiting.
Then the wind disappeared and an evil laugh exploded, overriding the tense silence. It was a maniacal, distorted laugh that iced the hearts of the hunters. Some of them grabbed their charms or blessed crosses and began to pray.
The war was beginning. It hung heavy in the air and not everybody would be alive to see the next morning's sun.
The evil laugh ceased as quickly as it started and then, they came, hundreds of them. Men and women walking with evil smiles, with hate etched on their faces. And in front of them all, leading the way... Sam Winchester… in the flesh.
Dean bit his tongue to keep from shouting out Sam's name.
The evil group came to a halt in front of the hotel main doors.
"John Winchester" shouted Sam. "We know you are inside there. We know you have some friends hidden in the town. We know all your plans." Sam paused in his speech, laughing a bit. "But we have some aces up our sleeves, too".
Sam spoke with a dozen or so boys and girls in their twenties. They all nodded and formed a circle in the middle of the street, each one chose to look at a different building. They all closed their eyes and then it happened.
Happening so quickly, no hunter could stop it. In every hunter's mind, playing out like a mini-movie visions formed, showing them their worst fears, their biggest mistakes, all their darkest secrets, all the innocent deaths they couldn't prevent. All this accompanied by the worst pain anyone could imagine.
The hunters were all twisted in pain and regret. Some of them were crying and shouting, begging for forgiveness.
John's worst fear was actually happening right before his eyes… Dean, mortally ill and Sam, leading a bunch of demons against humanity. He was one of the few hunters who could still think clearly and act. So… he acted. He started reciting the powerful ritual the Rumanians had taught him. Once John started his powerful, prayerful chant, all the hunters regained control over their own thoughts and were once more free to follow their plan. John's words could be heard throughout the entire town, amplified by the voices of 50 more hunters doing the same thing.
Dean wasn't reciting the chant however because he was the leader of a second group of hunters, the one that was going to initiate the face-to-face battle against the demons. They were all armed with shotguns, rock salt, flasks with holy water and other blessed items that made them demon-killing machines.
The demonic group in the street started shouting and crying in agony as the ritual words increased in intensity. A blue glow came down from the sky and floated above the evil people's heads and in that moment Dean's group made a huge circle around the group from hell.
Dean positioned himself in front of Sammy, waiting for the ritual to end, wanting to take care of his baby brother.
But suddenly Sam stopped his painful movements, looked directly into Dean's eyes and addressing his brother and father, said "Ooops!. Sorry… Not working, Dean. John, my people and I aren't possessed anymore. We chose to follow our leader to our destiny. We are Cynalh´s army against the world and I'm going to be the king when humanity disappears and demons rule the world."
And after saying that Sam shouted "C'mon, people. Let's kick some asses!"
Jumping to Dean's left side, with one vicious sweeping kick Sam knocked Dean's legs from under him. Dean was too stunned to even react and he fell to the floor and that's when the real war began.
Everywhere people were fighting. The psychic kids with their abilities were making the hunters suffer big time. A few hunters blew their own brains out with their own shotguns after some malevolent, smiling boy suggested they do so. Other hunters were literally flying across the street, tossed easily through the air, crashing through the windows of houses where the furniture then collapsed on top of them.
Another few were being choked to death by invisible hands, while even less fortunate ones were being attacked and beaten viciously by the psychics, who now possessed super human strength.
After seeing the ineffectiveness of the ritual, John and Bobby had joined the fight in the main street, shotguns at the ready, throwing blows and punches everywhere.
Dean was still on the ground but he hadn't had time to think of what was happening around him because Sam was kicking him in the stomach with such a fury.
Dean curled into a ball protecting his head with his hands trying to catch his breath.
"Sammy, Sammy" he finally said.
"DON´T …( kick in the stomach)… CALL… ( kick to the chest)… ME ( kick to the left shoulder) …SAMMY!" Sam snarled viciously. After saying that last word he stepped with his feet on Dean's right knee and a big pop! was heard everywhere.
Dean screamed so loud that his father heard it and started running to Dean to help him but was intercepted by a super strong guy, who tackled him to the ground.
Sam was grinning maliciously, his army was winning this first battle. He would be the king of the world, the master of the universe.
Dean was lying so still and silent that Sam knelt beside him to check for a pulse. In that moment Dean connected with a powerful upper jab to Sam's chin, making him stagger, his head spinning, white spots dancing in front of his eyes. Dean connected another punch to Sam's nose causing it to bleed profusely.
Dean struggled weakly to his feet, a bit dizzy, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead and another on his left cheekbone, fists balled up tightly at his sides, at the ready.
Sam was on all fours spitting up blood, blood that formed a little river between his nose and his chest.
"C'mon Sammy!. Wake up. You aren't a king! You're my little brother, the one that has a clown phobia."
"You don't know anything. You are only dirt, garbage. A stupid soldier just trying to make everybody happy but yourself, Dean! You are disposable. You are so pathetic that the Yellow-Eyed-Demon who was targeting first born kids hasn't even thought of you" growled Sam meanly, before pushing himself to his feet.
"Someone needs a hug" said Dean with a smirk.
Sam roared, full of hatred and anger, and with one quick move charged towards the injured Dean as two things happened almost at the same moment.
First, Dean sidestepped quickly to the left, grabbing Sam around the middle, throwing him hard to the ground. As Sam's head crashed into the pavement, Dean swung himself into a sitting position on Sam's torso, pinning him beneath him. The older hunter shouted "Christo!" pouring holy water onto Sam's exposed face. Sam's eyes turned black under his eyelids and smoke could be seen curling above his wet skin.
But as Dean was going to shout to every hunter still alive in the street, to warn the men that these creatures were actually demons, the second thing happened and destroyed Dean's life forever.
As Dean lifted his eyes to shout the new information to everybody he saw his father not so far away from him. He was standing looking directly at him with a proud smile in his face, blood dropping from his mouth and right eye.
Dean could feel the love in that look, a love, that words could never describe. The love that Dean so desperately needed... That love that made him feel useful, powerful, important.
They stayed looking at each other for a minute and an eternity at the same time.
But then Jack appeared behind John and broke the special connection that father and son were having. Dean looked down to his unconscious little brother before once more lifting his eyes. He waved a quick greeting to Jack. Jack waved back to Dean with his hand and then he did it…. He started strangling John with his bare hands with evil, delighted eyes and an extremely happy face.
John was trying to push Jack off of him with little success.
Dean stood up in a hurry not believing his own eyes and tried to run but his right knee protested painfully. He started limping towards his father, shouting at Jack to stop, crying out his father name, calling out for Bobby or anyone for some form of help
His father had started trembling, his face turning scarlet and then a mottled blue. Loud gasping could be heard even from a distance. The fighting however was so intense in that moment that no one but Dean could see what was going on with his dad.
Jack was laughing, as happy as a little kid in Santa's toy factory. He saw Dean coming gave him a big smile and shouted. " Deannie boy, Deannie boy, come play with me."
When Dean heard those words, that voice tone, he froze in his tracks. He could recognize that voice any time, anywhere without doubts or second thoughts. That was Pete's voice, the voice of the man that had kidnapped and tortured him. The voice of the man that had taken his little brother and turned him into this monster... The person that made his life miserable. And that man had been by his side the entire time. That man had given all the data to the enemy, that man was responsible for all the deaths from this battle and all the deaths caused by his little brother. That man was THE enemy and now he was killing his dad!
"Pete" Dean shouted, pure hatred in his voice.
"100 points to the limping guy over there!!. Finally you got me, Deannie boy! All this time I had to bite my tongue, to not tell you who I really was. I know you have nice memories about me and the time we spend together at the garage. Oh boy! The time flies so quickly, don't you think?"
"Stop, you bastard!" As Dean pushed himself limping towards John's side, his heartbeat was speeding up way too much. He felt lightheaded and he was sweating profusely. No damn it! Not now!!.
"OH! Sick boy at 12 o'clock! Deannie, are you feeling a bit bad? Do you need a hug? Or maybe you need your heart medication?. What you think, John?"
John was lying still on the ground. Purple circles around his closed eyes, red splotches all over his face and Jack's handprints tattooed onto his neck.
"Oops! I think Daddy can't play with me anymore. 0 points to the man choked to death. So, what were we talking about? OH yeah! Your heart pills, the ones I took earlier and destroyed." Jack laughed so hard that he had to put his hand over his belly.
Dean was exhausted, his muscles weren't cooperating, his heart barely beating. He collapsed to the ground, shivering. He hadn't enough energy even to keep his eyes open. All he could do was shout. He shouted until his voice become raspy and his throat ached. He shouted in vain.
When he thought everything was lost, he saw him… Bobby, his second father, his eldest friend was running to John's side. Jack couldn't see him because he was kneeling, pinching John's nose with his fingers, trying to finish the job, laughing in pleasure.
Bobby tackled him to the ground and started beating Jack with a deadly fury. Jack threw a few weak jabs but Bobby was so pissed off that nothing could stop him in that moment. Bobby slammed Jack's head into the pavement until blood and brains appeared. Then he put his shotgun to Jack's head and pulled both triggers.
That was the very last thing that Dean saw.