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John wiped the sweat from his brow as he watched the last of the pyre burn out, he had to send Tony off as a hunter. It was the right thing to do, and it was the least he could do for the man. He had been a great man John could tell that much from their short meeting. The research that he had given to John was about some gun that was made by Samuel Colt, if it was real then he was going to find it and use to hunt down the thing that had started this whole mess for him and then he could give his boys and "Normal" life. The phone in his pocket rang as he walked slowly toward his black truck, pulling it out he saw that it was an unknown number, "Winchester"

"So John how's the hunt, having fun yet?" the demon hissed into the phone. John's knuckles turned white as he tightens his hold on the phone wishing it was the demon's neck. John turns sad eyes back toward the smoking pyre that held the ashes of a once great man that he had killed.

"I have your Damn pig sticker if that is what you're asking. Now let me tell me where my boys are." John took in a deep breath then added in a low voice, "Let me talk to one of my boys."

"Oh your boys are not in the mood to talk right now John, and you did not say please."

"You put one of my boys on the phone RIGHT now you Fucker. Then tell me were to meet you so that I can get them back. I just want my boys back." John ordered in his Marine voice, 'then I am coming after you once I have my boys and they are safe. Then I will rip you apart for everything you did to my babies', he thought. Fear for his boys causing his to snap at the demon holding them. Running a hand in his black hair he tried to rub the tension out of his neck as he waited on the demon to let him hear from his boys.

"Say Please John. Then I will get one of your boys." Travin smiled when he heard the hunter's teeth grind together.

"Please." John hissed between his teeth.

"Fine, John you want your proof of life so bad let's go talk to Sammy and Dean shall we." John could hear that the demon's voice had changed over the phone taking on an echoing sound to it. His moving, John thought, it sounds like some kind of closed off room making his voice echo like that. Quickly looking at his watch John times how long it took the demon to get to his boys, Hearing a metal door open and the voice change again over the phone John smiled, three minutes from the starting point till you entered the new room. John heard the muffled voices of the children before John heard the voice of his youngest.

"Daddy? WW……WWhere are you? It's Hurts...neeeeee...eeeed ….yyyoouu." Sam sobbed brokenly into the phone.

John softened his voice for his youngest, as a tear fell from his eye, "Sammy, it's going to be alright. I'm coming for you soon Son, just hold on for me a little longer son can you do that for me?"

"Yeah, I…I will try dad. Dean's hurt real bad dad…they…they…beat 'im dad." Sobbed Sam.

Travin's voice filled the line, "Better hurry it up John, ya boys are not doing so good. That oldest one of yours…he screams so nicely. You need to work on the younger one John, make a man of 'im."

"He's just a kid. Leave him alone or I swear."

"John do you really want to go there?" A scream fills the phone as the cane once again falls across Dean's stretched stomach, reopening his wounds. "I mean I am here with your boys, and you have no idea where we are. I could kill them John and there is nothing you could do to stop me. Just listen for a minute then tell me what you what."

John could hear the cries of the boys, not sure what was happening his mind started to fill in the blank spots for him. His mind racing in dark circles fearing what was happening to his boy. The sounds were too muffled for him to tell what was going on. "Just come and get your damned knife and give me my kids back. When do you want to meet?" John voice was weary as he spoke.

Travin smiles down at dean as he looks up at the demon with cloudy eyes filled with pain. Reaching out a hand to crease the boy face and bend to whisper into his ear, "You ready for daddy to come see you Dean? See what a great job your doing protecting little Sammy and the girl? You don't even know what happened to the girl, she may be dead already. And it's your fault Dean."

Dean glared up at the demon, "Fuck you. Dad is going to kill you when he sees Sammy."

Travin backhanded Dean before turning to the phone, "So John here is what you're going to do. There is an old barn out on highway 18, off the bypass you are going to meet me there in four hours you give me my knife you get your boys back. You try and double cross me and well no one will ever find your boys again."

John ran his hand down the back of his neck "Fine. You better have my boys with you when I get there. You give them to me and I give you the knife."

Clicking his tongue at John, the demon laughed at the hunter, "Now John I am not one of your bitch boys to order around. Tell ya what I'll bring I bring one of the kids to the meeting the others will be close by. That way if you try and cross me the kids will pay for it. See you in a few hours John."

As the line when dead John turned toward his truck and started back toward his boys. Slamming his fist into the side of the truck John knew he had failed Mary. Her boys were hurt and being torture by some sick fuck and it was all, his fault. He should have been able to save his boys. He was their father for God's Sake that meant he should protect them take care of them keep them from getting hurt. Instead what does he do with Mary's boys he trains them to be killers, puts them in harms ways. Mary would hate him for what he had done to her boys, "I'm so sorry Mary. I'll get them back I promise." Brushing the tears from his face he pushes the truck faster down the run.