Warning VERY DARK CHAPTER….: I do not think John would do any of the things that followed but I had to move the story forward in a way that the evil muse that is driving wanted. I will be taking the story rating to an M now. It is just held that way. I did not plan for it to it just kinda happened. Please just bare with me. This is my 1st chaptered fiction. Please post those reviews I need to know what you guys are thinking. I know this is dark and it is going to get kinda dark for the boys also. But it is near the end or lest this part of it is.

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John drove his huge black truck down the dark highway toward his goal. He hated the fact that he would have to kill the hunter, but he would do whatever it took to save his boys. If that happened to include murder then so be it. Nothing was going to take Mary's boys from him. He had done his research on this hunter and knew he was no cub scout himself, but who was John to judge him. He had entered the hunting world like most of them did; a demon had killed his wife and son which cause him to get hell bent on revenge. Now all he had to do was kill the man, easier said than done he knew, the man was good at what he did. He had been during it for almost 15 years, a bit longer than john himself. It had taken hours for John to see a pattern for the man; he had a home in the deep woods which would help John out when it came time to kill the man. He never let anyone need his home and did not blend with the other hunters in the area; he was a lot like John. Hell more than likely I would like this dude, but I have to get my boys back. The damn demon has been one step ahead of me this whole time. If I try and just steal that damn knife he would know and plus the hunter himself would come gunning for Him and his boys. John knew what he had to do he just did not have to like it is all. He had to kill this guy and make sure it did not come back to bite him in the ass. 'Hold on Boys! Please just hold on for me. I will get you two back I swear.' John pressed the gas just a bit harder as he remembered the video of the kids, and their screams once again filled his head.

Tony McLean did not know that his death was racing toward him, all he knew what that he was tired of this life. He held the photo of his family as he took a shot of Jose, to kill the pain. Nothing ever did, he just wanted it all to end, but held on because he wanted the demon to suffer. He had killed its mate a few months back and that made him smile; at least now it knew how he felt at least that was something. He looked at the photo again and rubbed his thumb over the image of his little girl, Kisha had been killed just yesterday, while they were on a hunt. He had been to slow to get to her, he had watched his girl go up in a cloud of smoke as the witch's spell hit her, and she was only 13 she never should have been on that hunt with him. What had he been thinking, hunters can't have kids, families, and they were just a weakness. He was one of the few that had kids, the only other ones that had kids was Winchester and Bill Harvelle. Billy had settled down now that he had little Jo to think about, he and Ellen had set up a road house for other hunters to rest up at. Winchester was a different story all together. From what Tony had learned he tried to keep his kids from other hunters, never letting many know about them. Smart man, he was raising the boys to be hunters from what he could tell. The oldest boy was a fine hunter if the rumors were to be believed the younger one was guarded by the two elders and little was known about him in the hunter world. Must not be a good hunter or maybe he is touched in a way that makes him a weak link, tony thought, if the boy was a bit slow witted then he would be easy prey for the things they hunted. That was something that would have to be kept secret from the world at large.

Close to midnight the cabin came into view of John, he had spend the better part of the day getting the lay of the land around the cabin. He had watched as the man slowly nursed a fifth of Jose. Maybe he will be lit and make this that much easier for me. John hated what he would have to do to this man, but he needed that damn knife and he did not think walking up to the man and asking was going to work. He had meet hunters like him before, Hell he had to kill a few before. They hunted everything that was different, a few not many had come after his boys, one had told him that Sammy was touched by the demon that had killed his mother, and the man had tried to kill his boy. He had said it had to be done like with his own Kid. What kind of father could kill their own kid? He had hunted Sam down when he was 10 and tried to kill him, but John had beaten him to it. No one hurt his boys' that was why he had never let his boys know about other hunters. To them it was just Bobby, Cable, and Jim. The only reason they knew them was because John had not known he need to hide his kids when he first started hunting. To them no one else hunted no one else knew, it was just too dangerous for his boys to get to close to anyone else. They could only trust each other. Making sure that his gun was load and a bullet was chambered and that his knives were still own him, he took a deep breath and got ready to enter the house of Tony Mclean.

Tony's POV

Lowering my Shot of Jose I turned my head to look at the front door. I knew someone was out there, I had heard the movement just outside the door as I when to lock up for the night and check my salt lines. Reaching for my saw-off 12 gauge and pumped in two rounds and waited for the attack. I did not have to wait long as my widow exploded toward me and I fired blindly at the object that rushed at my head. I realized my mistake a second to late as the front door flew in under the force of something's boot. I jumped to the left as the shot flew over my head, barely missing me. Whoever it was coming at me was good I would give them that. Throwing the log in the window had made him waste a shell and gave away his position.

Diving at the shape he tried to bash its head in with the butt of the shotgun when he felt a fist slam into his jaw. SON OF A GUN was that a hand or a stone that hit him making him see stars. Maybe it's a Gargoyle not seen one of them in a while I heard a grunt as the shotgun hit something. I felt the jarring impact shot up my arm. Well it's not a gargoyle that hit would have broken not gun. What the hell am I fighting? I had time to wonder as I pulled my silver knife out of my back stealth. My blade sank in to flesh and I learned it was just a man I was fighting a very big man, but just a human man that bleeds.

John cursed as the knife cut deeply into his arm, causing his arm to go numb. AH HELL that is going to suck. John rammed his knee into the man's side hearing the crack as his ribs gave way. John knew he had to get off his back, if he did not then the guy would get the upper hand. Using his legs to brace himself he threw his weight to the left taking the man sitting on his chest with him. He barely had time to get his balance when the guy plugged him with the knife again in the leg. "Son of a Bitch!" John yelled, he slammed his fist into the man's' face till he stopped moving. Then he sat back looking at his leg. "Damn that is going to need stitches. Need to do the arm to but how can I do it myself. Now what to do with you have to kill you but would like to learn something about this damn demon." John looked around the man's house and found some rope and started to tie the man up. By the time John was finished with his leg Tony was waking up.

"Who are you?"

"Names John wanted to ask you something about a demon. He took my boys and I want them back."

"Good Luck! That demon has been hounding me for the last 15 years and I still have not bet it. Lost my whole family to it, if it has your boys then more than likely they will be dead soon."

"He's not killed them yet. He wants me to kill you and bring his some damn knife you have. The one you used to kill his wife with. Look Dude I like you. I do. But I have to do what I have to do for my kids you understand. If I could think of a way to let you live and get my kids back I would. But I'm running out of time here. You had kids, would you do anything else?"

"No. That's why we all get into this game. We know the risk. Plus I just lost my last child yesterday. I'm tried man; I got nothing left to fight for. But I will ask ya one think John. Before you kill me promise you will kill the SOB that took you kids and killed my family all those years ago. If you look at on my desk there you will find some research I have on a gun that is said to kill anything. Find it and kill this demon you do that for me and I won't mind fault you for killing me. I'll just wait to see you in hell with the rest of the hunters you killed."

"I'll kill him for you Tony mark my words. That SOB's days are numbered, they were numbered the day he laid his hands on my boys. What killed your last kid? Is it dead or do you want me to kill it for ya to?"

"No its dead it was a witch, hit her with some kinda spell she just vanished, found a few bits of bone near where she was hit. I salted and burned them. Least I could do for my girl. You know John; you know you have lived too long with you out live your own kids. John, one more thing. Let me die on my feet with my boots on."

"Sure Tony. Lest I could do for ya. God speed brother. Do one thing for me, if you go to heaven tell my Mary I love her, and if you go the other way, tell the demon that killed my Mary I'm coming for him." John reached out his hand to the man before him helping him to his feet.

"I will John. Just make it clean." He hands John the knife and turns to look at the photo of his family on his mantle.

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