Chapter 16
Dean pushed the front door all the way open and stepped into the entryway. He heard a hand slap skin and a cry from a women coming from the left. He stormed into the room grabbing Mr. Wells arm before he could hit his wife again. Dean pushed him away from the woman throwing a solid punch to Mr. Wells' face sending him staggering backwards. Alcohol wafted from his body almost gagging Dean as he grimaced.
Dean turned back to the sobbing woman on the floor and reached down to help her up. His hunter instincts let him hear the gun being cocked as he swung back toward Mr. Wells.
"You sonofabitch, ge're outta m' f####### house." Mr. Wells slurred raising a gun and firing it at Dean.
"Paul no!" she cried when she saw the gun.
Dean saw the muzzle flash as the bullet exited the barrel of the gun. He heard the loud crack of the discharge echo through the small room and felt pain in the bicep of his left arm. With two long strides, Dean grabbed Mr. Wells' shirt knocking the gun from his hand and kicking it behind him. Dean punched him in the gut causing him to double over. He jerked him back up and landed a hard blow to the face busting his lip open. He drew back and punched him again in the nose, knocking him back against the wall. Mr. Wells hung onto the wall blood dripping down his face as he glared at Dean with such hatred.
"Dean!" Esmee screamed when she saw Mrs. Wells with a gun pointing it at Dean. "Down! Now!" she cried rushing toward him.
Dean sensed the movement off to his left and jumped for Esmee knocking her down and covering her with his body. Five shots rang out and then dry firing could be heard along with sobbing. Dean pulled Esmee up with him before stepping to Mrs. Wells to gently remove the empty gun from her hand. Tears mixed with blood ran down her face as she looked at her husband's still body.
"I won't let him hurt my babies ever again." she choked out, turning slowly to look at Dean and Esmee.
"Are you alright?" Esmee asked leading her to a chair and making her sit down. She stepped into the kitchen and wet a hand towel bringing it to Mrs. Wells.
Dean walked over to Mr. Wells and felt his neck for a pulse. He saw bullet wounds in the stomach and chest and three holes in the wall behind the body. He jerked a blanket off the couch and covered the body so she wouldn't have to look at her husband. Dean and Esmee looked toward the door hearing a siren outside.
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Sheriff Jody Mills hurried in and stopped to survey the scene. She saw the body covered with a blanket and Dean and Esmee standing beside Mrs. Wells who was wiping blood from her bruised face.
"Dean, Esmee what's going on?" Jody asked slowly.
"Can we talk on the porch?" Dean asked her heading back outside to the porch.
"Who shot him?"
"The wife. I got a call from their son, Tim; he's a grade ahead of Chance. Tim said his Dad was hurting his Mom, so Esmee and I came over. Mr. Wells was beating the shit our of his wife and I stopped him. He pulled a gun, but I disarmed him and then Mrs. Wells got the gun and shot him twice. Seems he was beginning to take his anger out on the kids."
"We've had reports of domestic violence, but Mrs. Wells wouldn't press charges. There wasn't much we could do." Jody said sadly. "I knew this would escalate and something bad was going to happen."
"Sorry Jody, I couldn't stop her."
"Not your fault Dean, so don't blame yourself. I'm surprised something hasn't happened sooner, but I expected the victim to be her or a kid." Jody replied. "So who's the guy in the trench coat?" she asked looking out in the yard at the two kids and Castiel.
"His name is Castiel, he's an angel." Dean said nonchalantly.
"He's a what?" she asked surprised doing a double take on the guy.
"Yeah, an angel. Look, I'll tell you later." Dean told her as they both watched the rescue squad pull up.
"Inside boys." Jody directed them. "One injured, one deceased."
"Right Sheriff." one of the guys said before going inside with his partner.
"Is my Mom ok?" a small voice asked Dean from the steps.
"Hey Tim, yeah your Mom's alright, those guys are going to check her to be sure." Dean said squatting down to his level. "You did the right thing calling me."
"I didn't know what else to do."
"Go on back over there with Cas and your brother, ok? You can see your Mom in a minute." Dean told him not wanting him to hear what they were talking about. "It was self defense Jody. That bastard deserved what he got."
"I can see that Dean, but I still gotta file the paperwork."
"What if you report, he attacked me and we fought, the gun went off killing him. I have a wound to prove it." Dean suggested showing her his arm. "She's had enough to deal with and you know this wasn't the first time."
"I'll see what I can do. Her and the kids are going to need a place to stay for a couple days since the house is a crime scene."
"I think I know a place." Dean said pushing off the railing and heading for the front door. "Esmee!" he called.
"What?" she asked joining them on the porch.
"I need you to have Cas take you home and get the Impala, bring it back here."
"Sure, hey Jody." Esmee said taking the keys. "You'll need to take Joey then."
"Right."
Dean stepped down to the yard and took the baby from Castiel. He took Tim's hand and led him up to the porch to a bench to sit down.
"Dean wants me to bring the car back here. Wanna zap me back to the house?"
"My pleasure."
"Babe, bend the knees, it helps." Dean called to her as he shifted Joey in his lap. Joey whined and sucked on his fingers noisily. "Jody, think you can find him a bottle?"
"Sure thing, I'll be right back."
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Cas took the opportunity to transport Esmee and himself to the house for the Impala. Esmee unlocked the driver's door and climbed in leaning over to unlock the passenger door for Castiel. Sam stepped out on the porch when he heard the car crank.
"What's goin' on?" he called.
"Mrs. Wells shot her husband. He beat her up pretty good, was going to start in on the kids, but Tim got him and his brother out of the house. Dean sent me back for the car."
"Want me to come?"
"No stay with the kids, Alfie might need help."
"Alright, call if you need me."
"We will Sammy." Esmee assured him. She backed the car out and headed across town to the Wells house.
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"Hey Bobby."
"Dean son, what's goin' on?"
"Bobby, need to ask you a favor. Got a woman and two kids who need a place to stay for a day or so."
"And the story?"
"Abusive husband, she shot him, he's dead."
"Who is it?"
"Last name is Wells."
"Bastard got what he deserved; he took after his old man. He use to knock his wife and him around. Bring them over; I'll get a bed ready."
"Thanks Bobby, we'll be there shortly. We're waiting on the paramedics to look at Mrs. Wells and Jody needs to talk to her."
"I'll leave the porch light on fer ya."
"See ya soon." Dean said hanging up and adjusting the bottle for Joey. He looked over at Tim who was almost asleep beside him. He heard the growl of his Baby coming down the street before seeing it. Esmee pulled to the side of the road and parked, getting out. Castiel and Esmee made their way around the official vehicles and up the steps.
"How's Mrs. Wells?"
"Jody is interviewing her now. The paramedics fixed her up." Dean said letting Esmee take Joey. "I called Bobby, he's going to let them stay with him for a couple of days until they get through processing the house and I thought we could come over and maybe clean it up for her."
"God I love you." Esmee whispered. "Always helping others when they need it."
"Ok, Mrs. Wells is free to go for now." Jody said leading the beaten woman out of the house to them.
"Bobby agreed to let them stay with him for a couple of days."
"Alright, the crime techs are on their way, along with the coroner. She won't be able to come back until everything is processed. I let her pack a few things for them."
"Thanks Jody. We're goin' over there now."
"Come on Tim, we're going to go to a friend's house. He's a little grouchy and rough around the edges, but he has a good heart. Mrs. Wells, come on I'm driving you." Dean told her taking her arm and guiding her to the Impala. Mrs. Wells remained silent and unresponsive, allowing him to put her in the back seat with Tim. "Cas, head back to the house, fill Sam in and we'll be back as soon as we can."
"Alright."
"Make sure no one sees you."
"I understand." he said walking out of the light before disappearing.
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Bobby opened the door to Dean's knocking taking in the boy in his arms and the baby in Esmee's. He saw a woman standing in the shadows behind them.
"Come on in."
"Thanks for this Bobby."
"Yeah, well you owe me." he grunted.
"Bobby is the port-a-crib still upstairs?" Esmee asked heading up the stairs.
"Yeah, it's..." he started staring hard at the woman now that she was in the light. "Camie?"
The woman looked up with stricken eyes and recognition showed on her face.
"B-B-obby?" she stammered.
"You know her?" Dean asked surprise with the news.
"I knew her Daddy years ago. Camille was just a kid then."
"I've put Joey in a crib in your bedroom, come on and I'll show you where it is."
"Go on Camie, we'll talk in the morning." Bobby told her patting her arm before she followed Esmee.
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Esmee took Tim from Dean and headed back upstairs again with Camille following. Dean watched them until they were out of sight before turning to look at Bobby waiting for answers.
"Want a cup of coffee? Got a fresh pot."
"Yeah, sounds good." Dean sighed heading for the kitchen.
"How did you get mixed up in all this?"
"Chance was defending a kid against Tim. Seems he liked to pick on the smaller ones. Tim hit Chance and Castiel stopped him from doing it again. The principal got involved; his old man showed up and started shoving the kid around. I stopped him and Chance gave Tim my number. Long story short, father got drunk, came home started beating on the kids, mother tried to stop him, so he did that to her. Tim called me and I went over. He took a shot at me, I defended myself. She got the gun and put two in him."
"Is that blood on your sleeve?"
"Oh, yeah. Bullet grazed me." he grunted looking at his arm remembering the wound.
"Want me to check it out?"
"Naw, Esmee can look at it when we get home."
"Ok, they're in bed." Esmee announced strolling into the kitchen. "Give me." she demanded taking Dean's cup and sipping some coffee.
"Hey, get your own."
"I just want a couple of sips." she said handing him back the cup.
"You ready to head out?"
"Yeah, I'm beat. Thanks Bobby."
"We're going over to Camille's house tomorrow and clean up around the place. Can't do the inside until Jody ok's it, but the outside needs some work."
"I'll come over and help sounds like that lass needs all the help she can get right now."
"I'll come and stay with Camille then. She doesn't need to be alone right now after everything that's happened."
"Sounds good, see ya Bobby." Dean yawned pushing Esmee in front of him and out the door.
"Small world Bobby knowing her."
"Yeah, but he knows 'bout everyone, he's ancient."
"I may be old dumb ass, but I can still hear better than you." Bobby huffed closing the door behind them.
A/N: Thank you to all who are riding along for the journey. Hope you are enjoying. Leave me a review. NC