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Okay so a lot happens in this chapter! Don't get used to the feeling of happiness and safety that was in the last chapter because it doesn't exactly stay that way! Muahaha! I am evil in this chapter and to top it all off, there is an evil cliffy! I couldn't stop writing, and I've been looking forward to posting this chapter since I thought of this story! Tell me what you think and feel free to yell at me for being evil! Haha! Enjoy!
Sam glanced over to his brother sitting beside him and sighed. Dean's face was a ghostly white and every time he breathed in he shook, he was panting slightly and sweating. His eyes darted around the room quickly, on the lookout for one person-their father. Today was John's hearing, today was the day they would find out what type of sentence he got.
Sam knew their father would enter the room at any minute with his lawyer and surrounded by police officers. Sam wished he had graduated already so he could stand as Dean's lawyer, but he was still just a junior in college so they had to hire one. Sam put a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder to try to calm him and he smiled when he saw Jess put her arm around him from Dean's other side. Their contact with him seemed to work as Dean's breathing evened out and he seemed to compose himself.
Sammy's here, Jess's here, I'm safe. Everything's going to be fine. He won't hurt me again. Dean ran these thoughts through his head and when John finally did show up he didn't even wince. John gave him a death glare and practically snarled at him but Dean just glared right back which seemed to shock John. He wasn't used to Dean being this strong. But Dean had his Sammy, his Jess, his family and John had absolutely nothing. They would get through this and prove John guilty.
Dean took the stand first, and was asked how often his father beat him.
"Everyday." Dean answered "Well, almost everyday…there were some days when he didn't come home at all. So those days I was safe. But every time he was home I would get beat. He would think of any ridiculous reason it seemed. Blame me for something that happened months ago that wasn't my fault at all."
"What were some of the beatings he did to you? If you feel comfortable telling us that is." The judge asked him
Dean took a deep breath. He did not want to talk about what his father did to him; he had a hard enough time telling Sammy about it. Telling a whole bunch of strangers would be near impossible. But he had to do it, he wouldn't tell them much, but he had to tell them something. If it would help get John locked away then he would do it.
So he told the judge how his father tried blinding him, how he broke he kneecap and didn't send him to the hospital, how he'd slap him on the back with his belt until his back was raw, how he nearly starved him. He told only the stories he told Sammy, because it was easier to repeat what he'd already told someone. He wasn't ready for the rest yet, he didn't want anyone to know everything that happened to him, maybe he'd tell Sammy someday but that was it.
Then Sam took the stand and told how badly of a condition Dean was in when he found him. Broken arm, broken ribs, concussion, bleeding everywhere. The judge asked how Sam never knew about the beatings and Sam hung his head in shame.
"He hid it from me. He was trying to protect me from the truth. He would make up stories and I would believe them."
"It's not his fault." Dean spoke up. He couldn't stand seeing his baby brother feeling guilty about something that was not under his control. "I hid it real good from him. I raised him and he learned to believe everything I said was the truth. SO when I told him that I fell out of a tree or got beat up by some kids at school he thought I was telling the truth. I didn't tell him because I knew he would worry and I wanted to protect him from what was going on. I didn't call anyone because he was only hurting me, he never hurt Sammy. If he hurt my brother I would have called someone right away. But he was only hurting me and I knew they would take us into some foster system and I was afraid they would separate me and Sammy. I couldn't live with that. What if he got taken by some family that beat him? I wouldn't be there to stop it. It's my job to protect him."
Sam couldn't help but smile the way Dean said his last sentence. He didn't say 'It was my job to protect him' he said that it is his job to protect him. His brother would always be looking out for him, no matter what. It was nice to know that you had someone that would always be there for you, someone always watching out for you.
Jess was next and she described when she saw Dean when he first came to their apartment. She also, like Sam and Dean did before her, described the whole incident with John breaking into their house. How he had flat out told them that he wanted to kill Dean, how he shot Sam and then went to kill Dean before Jess stopped him.
Lastly, it was John's turn to have his say.
"Did you beat this man, your son, his whole life and try to kill him two months ago?" The judge asked
"I did beat him and I did try to kill him but this is no man! This is not my son! He's a demon's child! He has demon's blood in him! The demon even told me himself!" He pointed a finger at Dean "This is the reason why my wife died. It's his fault she's dead!"
"Are you insane?!" The judge erupted, he was seriously starting to believe this guy was not only sick, but mad as well. "According to our records Dean was only four years old at the time of you wife's death and it says she burned in a fire. How in the world would this four year old kill your wife? The fire was caused by an electrical circuit in only one room."
"He didn't start the fire but it's his fault it happened! The demon came for him and killed my wife! If he didn't exist my wife would still be alive!"
"There is no such thing as demons! What are you talking about!? This is the whole reason you beat your son?! Because of your strange obsession with make believe demons?!" The judge sounded furious now
"They are real! My wife was pinned on the ceiling and started on fire! What else could do that except for a demon?! I saw it with my own two eyes!"
"That's ENOUGH! Get him out of here!" The judge ordered and two security guards dragged him away.
"I'll be back for you! You hear me demon child! I'll come back for you, and this time I'll kill you! I'll kill you and your demon of a father!" John screamed to Dean until he was dragged out of the room.
"Sammy…" Dean barley whispered from next to him "What if he's right…what if I am..."
"You are not a demon's child Dean. Unfortunately you are that sick freak's child and so am I. He's insane Dean. And demon's lie, the demon probably just told him that to make him go even crazier. Don't listen to anything he says."
Dean nodded. But he still wasn't convinced.
The next day they found out John's sentence. Luckily, he got life in prison but was confined to the psych ward. All of his talk about demons made the judge believe he was even more insane then he probably really was.
Dean and Sam both realized he'd eventually find a way to escape. His knowledge about the supernatural and the fact that he was a skilled hunter would help him. But for now, he was gone. And when he did escape they knew he'd try to come after Dean again, but he wouldn't come out of it alive this time.
Things were going pretty well for Sam Jess and Dean the months following the trial. Dean had enrolled in the local community college and started out taking two classes a week. He didn't want to overload himself with work just yet; he wanted to ease into the college experience. Plus, he was still getting used to being around other people. Dean would drive the Impala to school from their apartment which was only about 10-15 minutes from his campus. Sam and Jess were still at Stanford, and they had set a date for their wedding to be next summer on July 4th, Jess's favorite holiday.
This summer was just getting started and Sam and Jess were more than relieved to get away from school. Dean on the other hand, ended up loving school and even made some friends; he had enrolled in a few summer courses. They were happy.
But that was before Sam woke up screaming to a dream that involved Jess burning up on the ceiling. No, not a dream, a vision. It felt so real and he had run to the bathroom to throw up. Dean of course had woken up, and even Jess did and they were at Sam's side in a matter of seconds. Sam had clutched onto Dean and told them both what he saw.
"We have to get out of here now. There's probably a good chance that it would be happening here. Let's go." Dean had said and they had only grabbed what they needed and abandoned their apartment, not caring if they ever came back. The only thing that mattered was keeping Jess safe.
"Sam, but your dreams only came true once with Dean, and even that wasn't all the way true." Jess had said to him as they were driving away
"No. That's not the only time. I didn't want to worry you earlier but you know how that apartment burnt down last year?" He asked and she nodded. "I dreamt that just before it happened. And I didn't just have a feeling that our father was going to break in that night like I told you. I had a vision of that happening too, of dad breaking in and killing Dean."
That last part had Dean turning around in the driver's seat to glance at Sam in the back with Jess. He didn't know that Sam had a vision of him dieing. He only thought he had a vision of his father breaking in.
"Some times it comes true, other times we can stop it."
"Let's pray that this time we can." Dean had said, his tone dead serious.
John sat scowling in the corner of his cell. Who were these people to tell him he needed medication? That demons weren't real? Little did they know, he never took the medication, just pretended he did. He wasn't stupid; he knew the medication would make his brain foggy. And if he wanted to escape, that was the last thing he needed.
"Oh look what the mighty John Winchester has been reduced to!" A voice echoed through his cell and John recognized it right away. It was the demon.
"What do you want!?" He screamed. He didn't have anything to fight the demon off with; he had lost the colt the day he went to break into Sam's apartment. It probably got packed up without them even noticing. Great! Now the demon's child had access to the gun! What good would that do? There was no way the demons own child would kill it. Great, just freakin' great.
"Oh I just decided to make a quick stop here before I start my fun and games! You know that boy you beat your whole life? The one you thought I gave blood to?" He laughed, his eyes going yellow.
"Yes, your son." He spat.
"Haha, unfortunately just because I put blood into someone does not make them my son. Just gives them some of my powers. The person with the blood is still human, not a demon. And plus, the boy you beat wasn't even the one I gave the blood to! It was little 6 month old Sammy, the perfect child."
John could hardly believe what he was hearing. "But…but you told me…"
"I told you I gave blood to one of your sons, I never told you which one. You just assumed it was Dean when it wasn't all along. Poor little Dean was beat for no reason." The demon smiled at the dumbfounded expression on John's face. "Now if you excuse me, I have to be getting on with my business." And with that he was gone.
Now, John was even more determined to get out. Sam was the one with the blood; he was the one that was part demon. He had to get out so he could kill him.
Sam was sitting at his computer while Dean stayed in the room with Jess while she slept. They never left Jess alone, especially when she slept. They had to keep a lookout after her at all times. Sam sighed and closed his computer. When they had moved after the break-in by John he had discovered a gun lying on the floor that didn't belong to them. Sam just assumed it was John's and wanted to throw it out, but figured it might be worth some money so he tossed it in a cardboard box. Sam had forgotten about it until the dream with Jess. It was exactly how their insane father would describe their mother dieing so Sam assumed it had been this demon that wanted to cause Jess's death. Sam did a lot of research and mostly came away with nothing but a picture on one website had caught his eye.
It was a picture of a gun, the same gun that Sam had thrown in the box. It was called the Colt, made by a guy named Samuel Colt in the 1800's. It was said to kill any supernatural creature that existed and it was also said to be lost for many years. Sam had no idea how his father had gotten a hold of it, but all that mattered now is that he had it. And if that demon showed up to kill Jess, he could kill it instead.
A pair of screams interrupted Sam's thoughts, it was Jess's and Dean's screams. But just as his head shot up the door to the bedroom slammed shut.
Sam ran over and pounded and kicked on the door but it wouldn't budge.
"JESS!" He heard Dean scream and Sam could just picture what was happening in the room, Jess moving up to the ceiling, bleeding. Oh god no!
Dean had been talking to Jess when she was suddenly slammed into the wall which caused them both to scream. Dean yelled her name and ran over to try to yank her off but it was as if an invisible force was keeping her glued to it. She slowly started to inch her way up the wall and Dean kept trying to get her off without any success.
"Don't do this to her! Take me instead! She never hurt any of your kind, never caused you any harm! I've killed hundreds! It's me you want! Take me!" He yelled into the room, begging for the demon to accept his offer.
Jess stopped scooting her way up the wall and for a moment all that could be heard was Sam pounding on the door. Then she fell to the ground with a heavy thud and Dean was sent up the wall at a much quicker pace.
"DEAN!!" Jess screamed, trying desperately to reach him but he was already up on the ceiling. "Let him go! Please let him go!"
She grimaced when a large slash made its way across Dean's stomach as he started bleeding, blood dripping onto the bed. Jess jumped onto the bed and went to reach for Dean but she was thrown away from him. She struggled to get back up but found out she couldn't move her arms or legs; it was like there was invisible rope surrounding them.
"Sam!!" She cried, her eyes never leaving the sight of Dean on the ceiling, scared and bleeding. "Help!!"
Sam heard Jess's cry and somehow realized she wasn't the one in immediate danger anymore. Dean. Dean was the one on the ceiling now. Dean would start on fire and it would catch through the whole room, killing both Dean and Jess. Killing the two people that made up Sam's entire life. He felt an anger rush through him like never before. Not after all this, not after how far we've made it, it's not ending like this! Sam felt a surge of power emit from him and the door was thrust open. He didn't even stop and think about what had just happened, he needed to save his brother and his fiancé.
However the sight in front of him made him stop dead in his tracks. Dean was pinned to the ceiling, blood dripping from his slashed stomach, his eyes pleading for Sam to take Jess and run.
And then he blinked and the ceiling around Dean burst into flames.