We Hunt Demons

Summary: Alternative Universe. Sam Harvelle and Dean Winchester are hunters searching for Dean's father and answers to some hard questions. Trouble seems to follow Sam and Dean wherever they go.

Part Six A

Dean Winchester had to get to Colorado. Luckily for him the highway was clear and he was speeding like his life depended on it. His father's voice echoed in his head.

Dean, I've found the demon.

I found a way to kill the demon.

You have to get the gun.

No matter what happens you have to get the gun.

All Dean's life he, like his father, had one goal, kill the demon that killed his mother.

The life of a hunter was rough and one not many people could understand. Dean's relationship experience was limited. Relationship experience, not to be confused with Dean's sexual experience…he had no problems there.

Samuel Harvelle understood Dean. The way they were both raised and suffered through loss was very similar.

Sam had been trained as a hunter but Dean was sure his own training far surpassed Sammy's.

Dean had a lot he could teach Sam. But first he had to keep him safe.

Sam's vision worried Dean. He hoped to God that whatever was going on with Sammy was a onetime thing.

It had to be, he assured himself.

He stared at the road. It was not empty but the drivers around him were driving at a consistently fast speed which made it easier to drive and think.

Often when Dean drove his thoughts revolved around that night in his old nursery.

He would think about him and his mother leaning over his old cradle, watching over the Harvelle's baby.

Sammy.

He could still hear her screams not only in his dreams but when he was awake. He remembered his father handing him the baby. The smell of the fire and burning flesh still haunted him even till this day.

Dean had often wondered what the demon was after. Was it after his mother or Sam?

At first, Ellen, Will and his father had seemed to think it was Sam. But nothing ever happened after that night. No attacks on Ellen and Will or even after they moved away from Lawrence and built the Roadhouse.

So later, his father and the Harvelle's agreed that the demon must have been after Mary. For what reason they would probably never know.

Now with these freaky vision things happening to Sam, Dean wondered if maybe they had been wrong.

Dean had to get that gun. Dean understood Sam's reluctance to obtain it but with that gun he could protect Sammy. Whatever plans his father had to use the gun Dean didn't care.

It was quite a strange feeling to not care about what his father said. He had been searching for him at least a month. He didn't feel the same concern for his father he felt before he reunited with Sam. But his father was right about one thing, if there was a war coming and they were going to win, they would need that gun.

Dean's cell phone started buzzing and ringing.

Dean grinned as he remembered the last time his cell phone rang. He had been exploring Sam's mouth when they had been interrupted by his father.

Dean checked the road before looking at screen on his phone.

Sammy.

With a chuckle Dean flipped open his phone.

"Hey, Sammy baby. Miss me already?"

"Dean Winchester."

The voice was not Sam's.

It was clearly the voice of a young woman.

"Who is this?" Dean asked.

"Oh, I'm no one special. We've only met once before."

Dean felt his stomach tighten. He tried to remember if he knew the voice that was speaking.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked more sharply.

"You wouldn't recognize me if you saw me. But I've always liked being a blonde. Remember? Devil's Gate Reservoir."

Dean gripped his phone. Sam had been right. The Roadhouse was in danger.

"Meg."

"You didn't stutter, good job Dean."

Dean wished he was face to face with the hell spawn bitch on the other line. She had been the cause of many of his sleepless nights and guilt.

"Now, Dean, you need to come back to the Roadhouse." Meg instructed.

"And if I don't—"Dean stated.

"Well then, there's a pretty throat right here that I can slit. It's been a while since I gutted a hunter."

Dean froze. The cell phone in his hand suddenly felt heavy. Sam was in danger and he was provoking the thing that could kill him.

"I can be there in thirty minutes." He said as he conducted a sharp and dangerous u-turn.

"Thirty minutes?" Meg laughed. Her voice was so cold and sharp; it made Dean's whole body shiver. "Be here in ten minutes or I'm gonna start carving up some hunters."

"Damn!" Dean cursed as the demon hang up on him.

If something happened to Sam he'd never forgive himself. People don't just have waking dreams every day. He should have listened to Sam.

"Damn it!"

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Sam had that dreamy feeling when you're in-between sleep and being awake. He tried to recall his most recent memory. He remembered seeing his mother and then that blond girl...and her black eyes.

He forced his eyes open. He was sitting in a chair with his hands and feet bound to it. The chairs and tables in the Roadhouse were thrown all over the place. All the hunters who had been there lay motionless on the ground.

"Mom?" he asked groggily.

He turned his head to see his mother still lying motionless on the ground next to the bar.

That's when he saw her.

The blonde girl was on what looked like his cell phone.

"Be here in ten minutes or I'm gonna start carving up some hunters."

She snapped the phone shut and looked at him. The smile on her face was confident.

"Hello, Sammy baby." She said in a mocking tone.

"Who the hell are you?" he muttered.

She laughed.

Sam never thought of himself as someone who got frightened. For some reason her laugh scared him to death.

"You're just like Dean, Sammy." She grinned.

Sam felt his breathing speed up as she mentioned Dean. No doubt she had used his cell to contact him.

"What did you tell him?" he asked, only he wasn't sure he wanted the answer.

"I just want him to get here so he and I can have a happy reunion."

"Reunion?" Sam almost wished he hadn't uttered the word. She laughed at him some more. The cruel and cold laugher caused him to tighten his jaw.

"Don't look so surprised, Sammy." She started. She looked away from him as she pulled a small knife out of her back pocket.

"Dean and his dad have met a lot of our kind." She continued.

She sat at the bar and began tossing her knife into the surface of the bar. She then pulled it out and repeated the action.

The noise wasn't loud but since it was the only sound in the room it resonated quite clearly.

Sam calmly closed his eyes and let his breaths become composed and steady. Dean would come for him. All he had to do was not anger the demon and wait.

"Your daddy wasn't quite as well acquainted with our kind."

Sam's eyes flew open. The girl's face was almost on top of his. He hadn't even heard her move an inch. She smiled then moved away.

"Well, not until the end anyway." She added.

"You bitch." Sam spat. "You don't know anything about my father."

She started to laugh. This time she didn't stop after a moment. She kept laughing. Somewhere in that laugh Sam could hear a real girl, a nice girl. Her laughter was being twisted by the ugly creature inhabiting her body.

Suddenly it stopped and she looked him straight in the eye.

"I know all about your daddy." She chuckled.

Sam opened his mouth for a comeback but she cut him off.

"I was the one who killed him."

He felt his whole body freeze. He searched the human eyes for a sign of wavering. There was none. This demon was telling the truth.

"Well, obviously not in this body. Little Joanna Beth here must have been ten when I sliced your father open."

"Y-you bitch...I…I'm going to kill you." He muttered. Sam didn't think of himself as a violent or angry person. But at this moment he wanted nothing more than to wipe that grin of the demon possessed blonde.

"You can try…" she giggled.

"Ugh…."

Sam turned his head to where his mother was attempting to get up.

"Mom, watch out!" he yelled but it was too late.

The demon stretched out her hand and sent Ellen flying into a wall.

"Ellen… dear. You're just in time." She announced.

Sam cringed at the word, "dear". It sounded so degrading coming from the little blonde.

Sam eyes followed her closely. Her small dagger was tightly in her left hand. She was behind him where he could no longer see her. His breaths became short when he felt the silver from the dagger on his throat.

"Get your hands off my son!" he heard his mother scream.

"I'm not gonna kill Sammy."

Sam closed his eyes as he felt the blade glide across his throat. She didn't apply enough pressure it cut the skin but it was still an uncomfortable feeling. He gasped as he felt the blade leave his skin. He felt his feet cut free from the bounds in a second along with his hands.

He didn't know why she had untied him but he didn't hesitate. He threw a punch knocking the blonde onto the ground. He couldn't think about the girl, that the demon was possessing. He had to think of his mother, the hunters here, Dean, who was coming here, and himself. There were too many things and people clouding his thoughts. He ran behind the bar and fumbled around searching for the box that could safe them all.

He desperately was shoving things around looking for where his mother had hid it. Suddenly, he noticed a safe built into the bar, he started turning the knob to what he guessed the most likely combo. When it snapped open the only thing inside was a box with the devils trap carved on it. He looked up and noticed the demon girl was slowly standing up. He cursed as he tired to open the box.

Suddenly, right then the door flew open. Sam lifted his head up to see Dean get thrown across the room and pinned to the wall next to his mother.

"Good, just who I wanted to see." She started.

Her back was turned to him and she was facing Dean and his mother.

"I wouldn't move if I were you." He yelled. He held the colt strongly, aimed right for her heart.

She slowly turned her head, in a way a normal human would never do. She looked at him with a greedy smile.

"So, it was true. The Harvelles do have the Colt not Elkins. I knew untying you was a good idea."

Sam suddenly felt ashamed. His family's job was to keep the Colt safe. He hadn't even told Dean where it was to protect it and now it might fall into the enemies' hands.

His eyes met Dean's for only a second before he felt the Demon reached out her hand. He was thrown like a rag over the bar and landed in front of the girl yet he continued to grasp the gun tightly.

He scrambled to stand, aiming the gun to the demon. She didn't flinch or move when he placed the gun inches from her face.

"Now, Sammy. Would you really blow this girl's head off?" she taunted. "I always heard you were a nice boy."

"She's probably already dead." He muttered. He could feel his body shaking with anger and fear but he tried to clam himself.

"Oh no, I kept her alive on purpose."

She grinned and folded her arms. She closed her eyes and whispered, "She's begging you to shoot me….how noble."

"Well, then." Sam heard the gun click. All he had to do was pull the trigger.

"You'd really kill your own sister."

TBC