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Chapter 29 Part Two
Marthe's POV
We were in the dining room by the looks of it with the rest of the Campbells. It was a nice looking family house and the dining room was spacious. There was a dining table in the middle of the room where all the family were spread out across.
"So, you're a hunter? Well, tell me something, mister hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?" Samuel Campbell, who we both learned to be Dean's grandfather, challenged Dean.
"Neither, you cut their heads off." Dean answered.
I saw Mary smiling and this made me proud of Dean since I knew that Mary seemed to be impressed by her son's capabilities. Dean carried on,
"So, did I pass your test?"
"Yep. Now get out of my house." Samuel ordered Dean and I, shooting us both warning looks.
"Dad!" Mary cried out; I was starting to like this girl more and more.
Samuel shrugged, "I don't trust other hunters, Dean, don't want their help, don't want them around my family."
The grandmother, Deanna, called to Samuel, "Knock it off, Samuel."
"He's a hunter." Samuel stated.
Deanna walked into the room from the room where she had just set the table for the family dinner. She looked like a kind woman. I smiled at her and she smiled in return.
"Who passed your little pop quiz, and who I am inviting him and his lady friend to dinner. Are you two hungry?" Deanna asked, looking from both Dean to me.
"Starving." Dean answered.
I glared at him, "Sorry that he doesn't have any manners but we haven't eaten for a long time so if it's no trouble then we'll take the offer."
"Good. And don't worry about him not being polite, missy, I'm used to it. I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up." Deanna told us, going back to where the food was.
Dean looked at Mary, "Samuel and Deanna?"
Mary nodded.
"Really?" Dean said, and I chuckled knowing what information had just processed in his brain.
After the food had been cooked the family were all around the dining table. I sat between Dean and Mary since that was where I felt most comfortable in sitting. I wanted to be near Dean incase anything bad started to happen. Hopefully, nothing of that sort would happen. While people dished out the food Deanna leaned over to Dean and touched his arm,
"First time in Lawrence, Dean?"
"Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed... I think." Dean answered, smoothly.
"You two working a job?" Samuel asked.
"Yeah, maybe." Dean answered, shrugging.
Samuel looked at Dean suspiciously, "What's that mean?"
I started to get worried that the situation would turn hostile before Dean stated,
"It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel."
Mary cleared her throat and looked at both Dean and I, "Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?"
I looked towards Dean for support since I seemed to be poor at communicating with people but Dean didn't seem to be doing any better,
"Mmm, I thought something was after your boyfriend, but um, I don't think that anymore."
I looked over to see that Mary had bought into what Dean had said before Deanna commented,
"John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?"
Samuel's face twisted into a sour expression and it didn't seem that I was the only one to have caught it,
"I saw that." Mary said.
"What?" Samuel asked her, looking disgruntled.
"That sour lemon look." Mary said, looking as if she had said this before a hundred times.
Samuel suddenly looked defensive, "Now hold on, John's a really, really nice... naive civilian."
"So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" Mary asked, while she nodded towards Dean.
"What? No, no, no." Dean said quickly.
I, on the other hand, protested for a different reason, "No! He's not up for grabs, you know?"
Dean gave me a wink which caused me to blush and all of the family gave me a strange look before Samuel continued,
"Mary, of course not, it's just that I -"
However, Samuel got cut off by Deanna, "That's enough, both of you, we have company."
I decided I liked Deanna.
"So, what about you Samuel, you, uh, working a job?" Dean asked, trying to restore some peace.
"Might be." Samuel answered, shortly.
Mary sighed, "He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm."
Samuel gave Mary a look before Dean cleared his throat,
"Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?"
Samuel gave Dean what probably was the millionth suspicious look this evening,
"Well, it's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over." Samuel explained.
"That kind of things." Dean shrugged.
"So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?" Samuel questioned Dean.
"Demonic omens?" Dean suggested.
Samuel nodded, "That's what I gotta find out."
"What about the rest of the town? Well, did did you find anything on the web?" Dean asked and then realised the mistake he had made and corrected himself, "Of information that you have assembled?"
It seemed that this family was oblivious to Dean's slip ups, which was a plus to Dean and I, but Deanna commented,
Electrical storms maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on Friday."
"By mail?" Dean asked, as if he had no idea what mail service was which made me smile slightly.
"No, we hired a jet liner to fly 'em to us overnight." Samuel replied, sarcasm dripping over every word.
"You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick." Dean suggested.
"What part of "we work alone" do you not understand, son?" Samuel asked Dean, with a raised eyebrow.
The rest of the evening passed without incident. I helped Deanna with the dishes while Dean chatted to Samuel and Mary about the hunt even though they weren't allowing him to go with them. As we were drying the dishes Deanna commented,
"That Dean boy is rather nice looking, isn't he? He seems to like you quite a bit. Are you two together?"
I nearly dropped the plate that I was holding, "Er, no. We're just friends."
"That's what they all say." Deanna muttered.
I heard a throat being cleared and looked towards the doorway to find Dean smirking at me,
"We'd best be off and leave these lovely people be."
I nodded and placed the plate on the pile that was stacking up quickly,
"Yes, we should. It was lovely meeting you all. Thank you for the tea, Deanna."
"Not a problem. Please don't be strangers." Deanna told us.
Dean and I both nodded, and said our thanks again and then walked out of the house. I couldn't see Samuel or Mary anywhere and suddenly remembered about the hunt. When we were out of earshot I asked,
"Are we going after Samuel and Mary?"
Dean nodded with a slight smile forming on his face, "You know me too well. We need to find out why we're here. This has possibly something to do with it. Have your visions come back yet?"
I shook my head, "They seem to come back when I don't want them too and when I need them they're never on hand."
Dean sighed, "Alright. Let's just go and see what's happening at the farm and then we can plan it out from there."
I nodded and carried on walking with him back to our car.
Dean and I were inside the house of Whiteshire Farm when we heard a knock on the door. The lady that was there, Beth Whitshire, started to get up before Dean beat her to it,
"Don't worry, Mrs. Whitshire. I'll go and get it for you."
Mrs. Whitshire looked grateful as Dean took off towards the front door.
"I'm sorry for your loss." I said, trying to ease some of the pain that she felt.
Mrs. Whitshire smiled sadly, "Thank you. I'm surprised that the priest has allowed you to be here with him."
"Oh, I've seen the ways of the Lord and now I'm wanting to be a nun. He thought it would be good experience for me to witness loss and pain that happens in the world first hand." I lied.
Mrs. Whitshire seemed to buy but before she could ask anymore questions Dean walked in with Samuel right behind him with the same disguise. I nodded at the two of them and then got up from the sofa and we all headed towards the doorway before Samuel turned and told Mrs. Whitshire,
"Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese."
"Thank you." Mrs. Whitshire said.
"Mrs. Whitshire was just telling me all about Tom, and how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death." Dean explained to Samuel, obviously enjoying having more knowledge than Samuel had of the situation.
"I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?" Samuel asked.
"You mean like my husband's guts fertilising the back 40?" Mrs. Whitshire asked.
Samuel was stunned into silence and Dean had an amused look on his face. Even I had to chuckle at Samuel's reaction. Dean turned to leave,
"Excuse me."
Dean patted Samuel on the shoulder and then made his way off the porch and I followed him. We both approached Mary who was talking to a boy and she turned and saw us but went back to talking to the boy,
"Charlie, would you like to tell the Father here just what you told me?"
Charlie nodded, "Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with Mom."
"And that's when the stranger came?" Mary asked.
"I just he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago." Charlie told us.
"Saying what?" Dean prompted.
"Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think - and the next thing I know, Dad's dead. Am I going to jail?" Charlie asked, looking pleadingly at us.
"You didn't do this, Charlie." Mary said, reassuring the kid.
"Did the stranger want anything in return?" Dean asked; I knew immediately that he thought it was a crossroads demon.
"He didn't want anything." Charlie stated.
"Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?" Dean asked, trying to coax the kid into telling him some more information.
"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then." Charlie shrugged.
"Something like what?" Dean questioned him.
"I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts." Charlie said.
I gave Dean a look to tell him that the kid wasn't going to answer anymore questions and he got my signal and nodded at the kid. Mary grabbed his arm and motioned for me to follow them and we went out of earshot of the kid and Mary asked,
"What do you think?"
"I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it." Dean answered.
Mary nodded in agreement and then turned back to walk towards the kid. Dean and I followed and stood next to Mary as she asked,
"Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?"
"Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really." Charlie told us.
"Anything else?" Mary asked, trying to encourage the kid.
"There was one thing." Charlie admitted.
"What?" Dean asked.
"It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way... for a moment I coulda sworn-" Charlie said, but cut himself off.
"What? Were they black? Or red maybe?" Dean asked quickly.
"No, they were yellow. Pale yellow." Charlie told us.
Suddenly another vision flashed across my eyes.
"You can cover whatever the hell you want, but I'm still gonna kill you."
"Right. Now that, I'd like to see."
I only got to see a meager amount but I knew who was talking - both Dean and the yellow eyed demon. The yellow eyed demon that killed Mary. I gasped for breath and realised that I had three pairs of eyes staring at me. I looked towards Dean and motioned for him to follow me. When we were out of earshot Dean asked me,
"Another vision? What was it of?"
"The thing that we're hunting. I'm pretty sure I know what it is but my vision was extremely short so I can't be sure." I told him.
Dean looked at me intently, "What is it then?"
"The yellow eyed demon. The one that killed your Mum." I told him, waiting anxiously for his reaction.
Dean didn't say anything for a moment but finally commented, "So that's what killed my Mom?"
I nodded, "But we can't do anything rash. We don't know if it's true yet and we don't want to put anyone in danger."
Dean nodded, "Sure, but we need to form a plan as to when we're catching that thing. If it's true and this thing killed my Mom then I could change history. Try and keep getting those visions of yours."
I sighed, "Maybe changing history wouldn't be a good thing."
Dean ignored me and turned back to the house.
When we were all back at the Campbells Dean had just slammed down a map onto the dinning table. Deanna was busy in the kitchen chopping up bananas and I offered some help but she turned it down.
"What do you say we just slow down and think this through." Samuel suggested.
"There's nothing to talk about." Dean said, determinedly.
"Except you're saying it's a demon, and none of us have ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes." Samuel said, trying to be reasonable.
"Yes, well, I have and so has Marthe. This thing killed my family." Dean told them.
"Just calm down, son." Samuel told Dean, with a look of concern on his face.
"You don't get it, do you? You are in danger, we are all in danger. In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe." Dean told them.
"Not until we know what we're dealing with here." Samuel told Dean.
Deanna came back into the dinning room with some fruit salad,
"Sam's right, Dean, it could be a demon, it could be a shapeshifter, it could be any number of things."
"I know what that thing is!" Dean exclaimed, looking at me for support.
As Deanna walked back into the kitchen Dean turned back to Samuel,
"And I'm gonna kill this thing, that's all the talking I need to do."
"You're gonna kill a demon? How?" Samuel asked.
"There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins. He lives in Colorado, he has Colt's gun. The Colt." Dean emphasised.
"Yeah, I heard about the Colt, used to tell it to Mary as a bedtime story." Samuel dismissed it.
"Well, it's real." Dean told him.
Both Samuel and Deanna looked at each other and it seemed as if they were trying to figure out whether or not to believe in Dean.
Samuel shrugged, "Alright, say that it is. You got some kind of crystal ball telling you where this demon's gonna be?"
"Yeah, maybe I do." Dean said, taking John's journal out of his jacket and he flipped it open on the table.
"What's this?" Samuel asked, looking at the journal intently.
"It's a list." Dean stated.
"Of what?" Samuel asked.
"My Dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact with the Yellow Eyed demon: who, where and when." Dean explained.
"Why?" Samuel questioned Dean, with a raised eyebrow.
"Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed my Mom." Dean said.
Dean flipped the page and then pointed out,
"Look, Whitshire Farm. I told you that name sounded familiar."
"Whitshire Farm, that was two days ago. How the hell is that on your Dad's list?" Samuel asked, looking at the journal with slight awe.
"Uh... my Dad could see the future. Look at this, it says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night." Dean pointed out, and I rolled my eyes at the lie he just pulled off.
"Liddy Walsh?" Samuel questioned, raising an eyebrow at Dean.
"Haleyville, that's close." Dean commented, looking at them earnestly.
Samuel scratched the back of his neck, "I mean, yeah, it's about three miles, but..."
Samuel looked over to Deanna and they both looked very disbelieving of the whole story and Dean had obviously picked up on that too since he commented,
"I know you guys think I'm crazy."
"You seem like a really nice kid, Dean, but yeah, you're crazy." Samuel stated.
"Yeah, maybe, but I know where this bastard's gonna be, and I'm gonna stop it, once and for all." Dean stated and then picked up the journal and headed out of the room.
The room became quiet for a few minutes before Deanna asked me,
"Would you like a cup of tea, Marthe? At least there's one sane person out of the two of you."
How wrong she was but I accepted the cup anyway.
After Dean had his chat with his Mum we both left the Campbells and went to our car to find out where the yellow eyed demon would be. We were silent for most of the car journey until Castiel decided to show up in the backseat.
Dean inhaled sharply, "So what? God's my co-pilot, is that it?"
I chuckled at the joke but Castiel just stared at Dean and didn't say a word.
"Well, you're a regular Chatty Cathy. Tell me something. Sam would have wanted in on this, why not bring him and Siobhan back?" Dean asked.
"You and Marthe had to do this alone, Dean." Castiel told him, acting as if I wasn't there.
"And you don't care that him and Siobhan are tearing up the future looking for Marthe and I right now?" Dean questioned, looking in the mirror at Castiel with a raised eyebrow.
"Both of them are not looking for you." Castiel told us.
Dean exchanged a worried glance with me before he said,
"Alright, if I do this, then the family curse breaks, right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and - and, Sam and I grow up playing little league and chasing tail.?"
"You realise, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam - you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die." Castiel explained.
"I realise." Dean stated.
"And you don't care?" Castiel questioned him, which made me surprised that Castiel was even capable of asking about caring right now.
"Oh, I care. I care a lot, but these are my parents. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. No, not if I can stop it." Dean said, passionately.
Castiel nodded, "And you do realise you loose Marthe and Siobhan in the process?"
Dean's head couldn't whip around fast as he went to look at Castiel,
"What? What do you mean loose them?"
"Eyes on the road Dean Winchester!" I screeched.
Dean turned his head back round and looked at me,
"That's all your concerned with right now? Castiel just said that you may die." Dean told me.
I shook my head, "Not die, no. I'm guessing I'll be sent back to my other universe, right?"
"Marthe's right. Since you're going to save your parents there will be no show in her world about your lives since you'll have normal lives. You exist to her, you'll only exist in memory." Castiel explained.
Dean had a pained expression on his face, "Why do I have to make these choices? I don't want to loose you but I want to save my parents too."
"There's a likelihood you won't save them, Dean. But I'll help you every step of the way and I'll bear the consequences if we have to endure them." I told him, trying to give him reassurance.
Dean nodded and then looked at the mirror to see if Castiel was still there but he had vanished.
Hey guys! This chapter is finally finished! I was busy yesterday and I'm have a late start at College this morning so I thought I'd take advantage of it and post this up ^_^ Part Three will be up next week! I've just watched Book of the Damned yesterday and loved it. Need to watch The Werther Project soon too. I think it's going to be a major few eps until the finale. Bring it on! Also, if anyone watched BBC's Banished I'm thinking of posting a fanfic of that show up. Hopefully you're interested. Anyways, I'll leave it at that and wish you all a good weekend/rest of the week! Toodles! x