An extra long chapter :) - Enjoy!!!
Dean pulled the knife out from under his pillow "Good, little Sammy – he sure knows Dean – too bad for him" Dean thought to himself. Sam didn't notice what Dean was doing as Dean was never one for hugging and therefore wasn't surprised he was just hugging back with one arm and squirming a little.
"Dude, you know I don't like chick flick moments" Dean said with Sammy still attached.
"Sorry Dean" Sam said finally releasing Dean from his vice like grip.
Just as Sam let go Dean grabbed Sam and turned him around (so that he was now no longer facing him) putting his knife under Sam's throat.
"Dean. What the hell?" Sam said carefully so that when he talked he didn't get too close to the blade.
"Sorry, Dean's not here at the moment. Care to leave a message?" Dean said, his eyes now staying black.
Dean carefully shuffled to the front door not releasing his grip on Sam one bit.
"DAD!!!" Sam shouted.
Dean replied by bringing the knife closer to Sam's throat and turning to face the room where their Dad was.
John ran in with his shotgun in hand. When he saw (black eyed) Dean holding Sam with a knife against his throat he slowly put his gun down not wanting harm to come to any of them (He is a sucker for his kids)
"Let them go now" John said calmly.
"Or what? You are in no position to make demands Johnny boy"
"What is it you want?"
"Well I at first I just wanted to screw with your heads. Oh and Dean's awake in here by the way. He wants you to kill him, but we both know you're not going to do that, don't we?
As for what we want...We want your family dead. All of it. You...and your boys" Dean continued.
"But the boy's have done nothing. You can kill me, but let the boys go".
"I would agree, even though the roles they play in your hunts are relatively small. They will grow up to be better hunters than you, and with the amount of grief you give us now, we thought we would catch up with them before the problem gets even bigger. Even if I wanted to... orders are orders".
"I will not let you take my sons lives"
"It does not seem like you have a choice, if you make this difficult, then your deaths will be painful and slow. And you will be last. At the moment I am offering you quick deaths, I may even let the boys live to be meat suits.
Give Sam your phone"
John cautiously walked towards Sam and put his phone in his hand.
"Don't get any ideas, if you try to get rid of me I am taking your sons with me, nice, and, slow "
Dean shuffled forwards and made Sam pick up the gun as well. Then he shuffled back. He made Sam put the phone and the gun down on the table. Dean quickly squeezed on Sam's pressure point using quite a bit of force on his shoulder causing him to pass out in a heap on the floor. Then he quickly pointed the gun at John and put the knife back on the table.
"Leave him now, he has done nothing wrong" John said, knowing Sam was just unconscious; he could see the rise and fall of his chest.
"Well that may be true but, Dean, he's more important than everyone thinks, and we can't have him or any of you screwing up our plans"
"There must be something you want".
Dean, using his free hand, picked up the cell phone off the table. He punched in a few numbers and held it to his ear.
"I've got the boy and the rest of the Winchesters"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I understand" Dean said flipping the phone shut.
"Change in plan John. You and Sam get to live. I guess it's your lucky day. You're lucky it's not up to me or your whole family would be finished" Dean said.
"What about Dean?".
"He's coming with us. Don't follow me or I will end young Dean's life nice and slow, and as painful as possible, and believe me when you have been around as long as me, you pick up a few things.
Those were the orders and I dare not disobey. You see me and your son have something in common".
"You are nothing like my son!" John exclaimed
"Maybe...but he is coming with us dead or alive. That depends on your actions now"
"What are you going to do with him?"
"Enough! I am not here to answer your questions. I have orders to kill you all if you get in my way. So be my guest...make my day"
*Knock*Knock*
"Ah, time for me to go". The Demon ripped out of Dean and went out through the ventilation leaving Dean's body to fall to the floor.
*Cough*Cough* the real Dean hacked
"Dean, you ok?" John said running to Dean and Sam
"Yeah, but Sam, what did I do?!" Dean said standing up.
Before John could say anything the door blew off the hinges, missing Sam and Dean but hitting John and pushing him back all the way into the wall, which was a good few meters away.
"Here's Jonny!" The man at the door said in the psychotic manner "Oh no, wait he's over there" he continued with a chuckle.
John was slowly picking his way out of the wall (but was going as fast as he could) and Sammy was still unconscious on the floor.
"What do you want with me?" Dean said, finally speaking up.
"You'll just have to wait and see".
The man walked over and grabbed Dean and flung him over his shoulder (Don't forget demons can be really strong, when they want to be - well at the very least they are in this story)
Dean started kicking and fighting the man.
"Dean, you give me any trouble and little Sammy and your daddy will be history" he said all too seriously.
Dean suddenly stopped fighting, and he... gave up.
What is so special about Dean??? Will John or Sam be able to rescue Dean without getting him killed???
Hope you like it - i spent my weekend writing this up - and i think it turned out better than the last version - so please enjoy :P