John pulled up to the old barn just after midnight, walking around to the back of his truck he armed himself with the weapons he thought that he would need. Since nothing he had could kill the bastard he just wanted to make sure if push came to shove he could get out with his boys, holy water, would keep any demon at bay for a few moments and the one thing being a marine had taught him was to know when to fall the hell back. You could always fight again as long as you got out alive so falling back was all you could do sometimes. The ringing of his phone had the hunter jumping in his skin.
"Winchester" he growled into the phone, waiting on the demon's voice to fill his ears again.
"Well who pissed in your cornflakes, John? I didn't call for the piss and vinegar."
"BOBBY!??!"
"Yeah ya IDJIT. Who did you think I was? You and the boys alright?"
John rubbed his face as his friend voice reached out to him, "No bobby, we are not alright. Some demon stole the boys. I have tracked it down to an old barn off the bypass in North Carolina. I hope to get them back tonight, I've tracked it down, and I was just getting ready to go in." He hedged on some of the details not trusting even Bobby with everything when it came to his boys.
"I'm near there, could be there in about 3 hours if you need some back up."
"I might need some later. But right now I think I can handle it. I will call you when I get finished here. If all goes well I'll have the boys and be headed anywhere but here. Too many cops in this area if ya know."
Laugher filled the line. "With you John the boys in blue more than likely have the right man. You know you can piss off a nun."
"I got an image to keep up. It's a gift."
"Yeah being an ass is a gift? You be careful and get those boys back. I just finished a hunt myself; I will stay put till I hear from ya."
"I will Bobby. Thanks for the offer. Hopefully I will not need it, later."
John flipped the phone closed and looked back at the barn. Well here goes everything. Walking toward the barn he took one more deep breath before he entered the building. Looking around the building he didn't notice anything out of place, pulling his .45 out he scanned his surrounding, waiting for the demon to appear. "HEEEEERRRREEEE'S Johnny!" the demon's voice filled the barn, "Looking for me John-boy?"
John spun to see the demon standing about 25 feet from him hidden in the hay loft of the barn. "Where are my boys? I want to see them."
Travin jumped from the loft to look at John as he walked closer to the center of the room, "You and your boys, you guys never listen. I told you. I would bring one of the kids, never said which kid it would be, I had three to pick from. So first things first, give me my knife, and then I will show you where the kid is."
Pulling the knife from his belt John tossed it toward the far wall and smiled when it sank deeply into the wall. "There is your fucking pig sticker now your turn. Where is my Fucking Kids?" The knife quivered as it settled into the wood of the post. The demon smiled at the hunter as he moved closer to his knife.
"Now John watch the blood pressure, you'll kill yourself that way. The kid is waiting for you over in that grove of trees. But you better be quick getting to them. I'm not sure how much time they have seeing that I buried them. Hope you do not mind that Johnny. I just thought you needed to work out a little, got to stay in shape." Travin laughed as he watched the color drain and then flush back in to the hunters face. The tic in his jaw working overtime as he as he fought with himself, Travin knew the hunter in John wanted his head but the father in the man just wanted his kids back. "Once I'm gone I call ya and tell ya were the other kids are. Have fun John, tick tock, the kid the box is counting on you and you know how much kids hate be to alone, in the dark."
Raising his pistol John fired at the Demon, knowing full well it would not kill it. But damn it made him feel better, because even if it didn't kill it, it still hurt like hell. "Now John let's not be childish. Now I got to get a new meat suit, and I liked this one." Travin flicked his hand making John crash into the wall before slumping in a heap on the floor. As John pulled himself up from the floor he quickly learned that the demon and the knife were long gone and he had a twisted knee for his efforts. Running back to the truck to grab his shovel he quickly made his way to the grove of trees. Scanning the area it did not take him long to find the freshly dug grave that held one of the kids. Flings dirt over his shoulder not caring for the mess that he was leaving, he soon felt the jarring impact of his shovel hitting the solid lid of the casket. "Hold on boys, I almost got ya. Can you hear me?" he called as he clawed at the edge of the lid to open the box that held the kid trapped. A soft thump could be heard as the child inside the box kicked the lid. Working his fingers under the lip he heaved upward and tore the top of the lid off. All he could see of the child inside was the soft brown bangs, peaking out of the Sammy's new hoodie, "Sammy? Hold on let's get you out of there." Reaching down he gentle lifted the kid out of the box and held them to his chest as the bound hands fisting in his sweat soaked shirt. Once he was clear of the grave he looked down at the small buddle that he carried and knew it was not one of his boys, the child was far too light and small to be either of his two. Hearing the muffled sobs of the girl, john softly cooed to her, hoping to calm her till he could free her. "Shhhh….baby girl its okay I gottcha nothings going to hurt you now. Just hold on, to me, I have to free in a second." Walking back to his truck and opening the passenger's side door he lowered the shivering child to the seat. "Let see if we can get you warmed up." Shrugging out of his jacket he quickly wrapped the little one in it. With gentle hands he checked her for injuries, noticing the fact that she cradled her right arm to her chest, "does that arm hurt sweetie Can I have a look at it?" Shyly the girl held out her arm. Lifting her chin to look at the tall man that stood before her Kisha asked, "Are you Dean and Sam's daddy? Where's my daddy? I want my daddy?"
"Yeah, I'm their daddy. What's your name honey?"
'I'm Kisha. Where's my daddy? My arms broke and he has to take care of it. Only daddy's know how to make it better!! Please can you go get my daddy?" she wailed.
"Oh honey you got to calm down. First tell me who your daddy is, if you know his number I will call him for you. That way he will not worry about you." John smiled down at the young girl who huddled in his coat, she looked so small in the huge jacket, and her soft brown hair hung well below her hips was tangled in hopeless knots. He could see small blisters on her skin from where she had been dunked in the water that he had seen. He wanted to ask her about his boys to try and find out what had happened to them, but he needed to get her safely tucked away first. Nodding her head she quickly told him her daddy's number which he called. The voice that came down the line stopped John's heart.
"You have reached Tony McLean, you know what to do." Hanging up the phone John turned haunted eyes to the little girl who now slept in his truck, 'Oh my God! I killed her daddy. What the hell am I going to tell the kid?' thought she was dead!!! Tony said she was dead. His mind whirling he turned to the only person he could think of.
"Bobby I need you to help me. How fast can you get here…Ok, I will be waiting the barn were I got Kisha at. ..No the boys are not here. He said he would call when he was safe…….DAMN IT BOBBY YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT!!!! Sorry man Look I need help…… I got to get my boys back….. Thanks Bobby."