Angel: its quick one but more action. If you are john fan. Best not read one. Little bit of John hate ( i don't mind John. Just thought it fitted.) Also Dean greats someone by saying 'Of Christo' instead of 'of course.' I thought it would be easy to write and they need to say it again! they need to! so i added in that dean says it in case someone is a demon.
Sam turned on the basement lights. It light up the rotting basement with junk everywhere.
"Ok, I'll start left, you go right." Sam turned to the left and began to clean and move things around. John walked over to a few boxes, which just had some books. John found, almost hidden, under them a few suit cases and a little box. John opened the little box to see his father on a few ID cards. Before John was about to throw it away, he stopped to see that one was FBI, Health department and other places.
"whoa." John looked very interested at the card. He put them back into their box and pulled out the suit case. It had the boring stuff like cloths and a tooth brush, but it had a knife with weird writing on it and jagged edge. Resting on top of the knife were two journals, one had Sam's name on it.
"WHOA!" John covered his mouth, seeing that he said that bit too excited about the cool knife.
"John what did you…" Sam's face turned pale. "John! Don't go through-" Sam saw it was too late. He snatched the knife away from his son.
"Why do you have fake badges? Are you an undercover cop?!" John grinned and shot himself up. Sam looked angry as he threw in his stuff in the bag.
"We don't talk about this. Ever!" Sam angrily threw stuff in. He threw in a shirt so hard that it bounced out the journal's. Sam quickly took the journals before John could take a peek.
"Dad, I'm 7. I can keep the secret." John said. Sam held the knife, the demon knife, and the pair of journals in his arms. Sam sat there and froze when the lights flickered. John held onto his nose; "dad, did you fart?" Sam also smelt the rotten egg smell.
"Sulfur." Sam's eyes almost shot out of his head. "John, stay here." Sam handed him the journals. The knife in his other hand and being held tightly. . Sam quickly pulled from the suit cases' side pocket small salt. He put a line salt around John. "Don't step over the salt." Sam instructed.
"Why?" John asked, scared seeing his dad scared
. "John, remember when you were 3 and you said there was a monster in your closet and I said there was no such thing?" John nodded slowly to answer Sam.
"I lied. It Shtriga. A very bad monster. But I took care of it. Because that was my life before you and your mother. I killed monsters. Sounds like an awesome job but it was hell and it sucked. If you ever care about yourself or your mother or me, you'll stay in this salt circle until I come back and say so. Do I make myself clear? This is our secret, ok." Sam gripped on to the demon knife. John nodded, and shook in fear. Sam stood there for a moment and shook his head; "Just stay there and be safe."
Sam held the demon knife in his hands as he walked into the kitchen. The power was out, making the room pitch black. Sam ruffled through the draw to look for a touch, when a creak sounded from behind him. Sam turned sharply and swung his knife. The figure jumped back and threw an upper cut. The pair fought til the figure had Sam pinned to the floor board. Sam hit the ground hard, the street light shone into the house where he had landed. The figure's face was shown. It was grinned was a man in his mid to late 40's. A scar above his right eyes brow and it ended just at the bottom of his eyebrow.
"Whoa, easy tiger." The man smiled at Sam.
"Dean?" Sam huffed at his older brother. "Get off me." Dean got up from Sam and Sam stood to his full height. He was at least a head taller than his older brother. "What are you doing here?" Sam asked, his body pulled Dean into a hug. Dean accepts the friendly hug.
"I was looking for a beer?" Dean pulled away.
"Please tell me that was you flicking the light and sulphur smell." Sam asked and saw that he was wrong when Dean looked away.
He pulled from behind his back; a shot gun. "Demon. I followed them to here. Sorry, Sammy." Dean said and meaning it. He loaded up his shot gun. Sam groaned. Everything he worked for is over.
A high pitch woman's scream made Sam snap back.
"LINDA!" Sam ran into their bed room to see Linda shaking in the corner. "Linda, are you alright?" Sam asked reaching for her hand. Lind took it. She held onto her back to balance herself. Dean's eyes glued to the stomach.
"Nice job, Sam. On the little rugrat. Are you naming him Dean?" Dean said to his brother. Sam rolled his eyes. "Another time, got it." Dean winked with play filled grin to his brother.
"Linda, this is dean. My brother." Dean put his hand out and Linda shakily took it.
"I'm Linda Moss. Sam's wife." Dean gripped tightly onto Linda's hand.
"Of Christo, you're his wife." Dean grinned. Linda flinched and her eyes were black. Sam jumped back.
"Get out of her!" Sam barked at the demon.
"I think I will. Once we take what is ours." Linda smiled and disappeared.
"LINDA!" Sam shouted and dropped to his knees.
"Dad?" John ran up the stairs.
"Dad? You are having more than one little ankle bitter?" Dean said helping Sam up. Sam spun around to John.
"I thought I told you to stay in the basement!" Sam yelled at John. "I-I'm sorry. I heard screaming and I wanted to see if mum was-"
"You could have gotten yourself killed! Go to your room and stay there!" Sam screamed at John. John was shaking and frozen in place. Dean noticed that scared face before. He had whenever his dad, John, yelled at him. It only happened a few times but still Dean remembered every moment; the anger in his voice, the disappointment in his eyes and the hate atmosphere the next morning. All the crap that he dumped on Dean.
"Hey, cool your jets." Dean tapped Sam shoulder and pushed himself in front of John.
Dean glared at Sam to make Sam back down. Sam grunted his teeth and flopped onto the bed. Dean led John out of the room to allow Sam to cool down. John sat down on the coach, little shaky still. Dean walked over to the kitchen and pulled himself out a beer.
"First time he yelled out you like that?" Dean asked John. He walked over to silent John and sat next to him. A few loud crashes from Sam's room of Sam throwing objects in angry, made John planted to the seat. The beer hissed when dispersed open. Dean nudged the kid with his arm gentle in the friendly matter. "I'm Dean, Your uncle." Dean smiled warmly.
"I-I'm John." John pulled at his shirt nervously. Dean smiled a little at John's name. "John, uh. Nice name. Hey, Johnny. How old are you?" Dean put his feet up on the table across from his seat to try and show the kid to relax.
John slouched and answered; "7"
"Ah, 7. Good times." Dean nodded and the atmosphere became quiet til John spoke.
"Is my mum going to be ok? Is my dad?" John asked and Dean took a while to answer him, which made John even more nervous. John entered the room when Linda's eyes turned black. He couldn't move or do anything.
"Your dad will be fine. He always bounces back. Your mum will… be fine as well. I'm more worried about you. How you holding up, kid?" Dean looked at John.
"I-I'm scared. My mum is missing. My dad mad at me and….he said monsters are real. Are they?" John looked up from the ground to Dean's green eyes. His brown eyes were widening with innocent, puppy dog look. Dean looked away before the puppy dog eyes took full effect.
"Listen, John. I would do anything not to tell my brother's kid this…. But monster are real. Me and your dad used to fight them. Anything your worst nightmare could think of, I chopped off its head once or twice. I still do. No monster is going to get you, John." Dean got up and placed his hand on John's shoulder.
John look at Dean with tears falling down and his voice broke as he spoke; "but they got mum." A few moments of silence from both of them, just looking for answer in each other's sorrow eyes. Dean tapped beer. "well, she won't be for long." Dean softly smiled at John.
"I'll be back. Watch some cartoons." Dean walked into Sam's room as John turned on the TV.
Dean walked in to see a few things thrown around and Sam with his head in his hands. A few tears fell down. "How you holding up, Sammy?" Dean sat at the bed and handed Sam some of his beer. "You got a cool kid. Pretty brave… but terrified. Not just because a demon took his mum."
Dean looked down at his brother and Sam snarled. "Dean I just-"
Dean cut off Sam and leaped up from the coach and look him in the face; "Oh you just needed to get it off your chest. You can yell at me for crashing in, ruining your life once more. Don't you DARE yell at your kid! He reminds me a lot of you. Stubborn, smart, little bit of pain. But he is a good kid. Go out there and be a father! Don't be like our father." Dean yelled at Sam. Sam looked up and glared at Dean with his last comment.
"I'm not like dad!" Sam jumped up, spilling little bit of beer on the floor.
"Prove it." Dean hissed. Sam shoved the beer bottle into Dean's hands and walked out to talk to his son.
John was happy that his dad was no longer angry at him. Sam soon told John that Sam said it was his fault. John accepts that some was his fault because he left where he was told to stay. Dean returned from his impala and laid out all the research he had on the demon.
"It goes around and takes kids. Some not yet born and some only a few weeks to months old. Why? I don't know. I will say that the woman described the birthing of their missing child forgettable. Seriously, can't even remember giving birth. I'm going with possession. Only problem is that I don't why they get targeted. I lost my researcher years ago, so it little harder than it used to be." Dean looked at Sam who was looking at the research.
"Well, let's get some research done." Sam said grabbing out his old laptop.
"We've got work to do, Johnny and Sammy." Dean smiled with glee.