South Dakota 1987,
John Winchester was driving down a long road to a bar. Normally John would go to a bar to drink his misery away, but this time he wasn't intending to drink. He was looking for information about a little boy with a scar on his neck, one that may be long to his missing son. John pictured what the little boy would like today. Back then he looked like mix a between himself and Mary. He had John's smile and Mary's piercing hazel green eyes. John could only hope this kid matched the description he had in mind. He picture a little with dirty blonde hair, an angelic face to match his smile and his eyes, but most of all a scar on his neck.
After an hour of driving John finally made it to a bar called the Rattler. John let out a pleasant sigh as he got out of the car "Awe my home away from home." Whenever John was in Nebraska the Rattler was the place you could find him if he wasn't at Bobby's. John still didn't know why he like the Rattler so much the beer wasn't anything special and the people were a bunch of jackasses. John once theorized to himself that maybe he liked the bar because seeing everyone there drown their failure in booze made him feel like less of jackass. Bobby once told him it was because he was full grade jackass, but whatever the reason the Rattler was something special to him, and finding information on a boy who may or may not be is son here made it all the worth while.
"Hey Johnny boy!" The bartender slurred as John walked in. Johnny went up to greet his friend with a cheesy grin, "Hey Mickey!"
"So Johnny boy what's your poison tonight?" He laughed already getting a bottle of whiskey out. "No tonight thanks." John put his hand up shooing the beloved drink away. "What's up John turning a new leaf because if you are this ain't really the place to start?" Mickey asked with concern. For the past couple of years he had know John never to turn down a drink...ever. "Ha hell no I'm actually going to be hitting the road again soon, but I came here to meet up with somebody. Do you know if a Silas Baxter came in here? John asked.
Mickey took a second clearly trying to remember but came up empty, "Nah haven't heard of any name like that tonight." John let out a frustrated sigh, "Oh thanks Mickey." Then Mickey eyes widen as if a light bulb went off in his head, "Hey Silas wouldn't look like Dracula in the back over there would he?" John turned quickly in shock to where Mickey was pointing. In the way back corner of the bar sat a pale face man with long black and a black outfit to match. "Yeah that's him thanks Mickey!"
Mickey shivered before warning John, "Hey you watch out for him he give me the creeps."
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"I can since this stuff you know." Mickey added.
"Hey are you Silas Baxter?" John asked. The man didn't look up at him all he did was answer in a voice that would scare the pants ofF the grim reaper, " Depends are you John Winchester?"
John sat down and looked at the man's face. Silas kept his head lower so John couldn't get a good look at his eyes. "So you said on the phone you had information about a little boy?" John asked trying to break the ice.
"Yes John I have information about your boy." The man said coldly as he looked John straight in face. John had to hold back a gasp because the mans eyes were so blue the were almost blinding. Doubling the creepy look the man had, "How do you know it's my boy?" John asked. He was hoping the man wasn't give him false hope and a stale trail of bread crumbs like the previous leads to his son had.
"Johnny so little you don't know." The man said playfully.
"Know what?" John growled slightly he didn't like running in circles with this man.
"Your boy is famous at least in the south, but I heard stories of him in the north." The man smiled.
"Yeah there probably from me." John pointed out.
"John I know your side of the story about Dean. Sweet asthmatic boy threaten injured kidnap all when he was four and the remaining members of your family stop at no ends to look for him." The man explained. John sat back in his chair clearly annoyed but decided to keep listening, "No this story I have for you isn't one you heard because if you did you would have your precious Dean back by now. This story is about a little boy who was close to dying by the age of five. You see he was kidnap by a demon at the age of four like your son. A year later the demon went to see how his children were doing. During that time two hunters found him accidentally during a routine salt-n-burn. Now the word through the grapevine is the demon as a bounty out for this kid. The rumor is if this kid somehow reunites with his blood relatives he will be the savior of millions. If he dies before that the demon will win, now you might being wonder why didn't the Demon just kill the boy... Well that is a mystery because for some reason The demon couldn't." Silas stopped to take a breath and John decided to cut in.
"Wait what do you mean he couldn't?"
"That's just it nobody knows why or how but that little boy survived a year with the demon. Nobody survives the night with the yellow eyes demon..." Silas began to say but John put his hand up to cut him off, "Wait yellow eyes... The demon has yellow eyes?" John asked breathlessly.
"Oh yes, and the boy well here is a picture of the little boy your looking for." Silas pulled a picture out from his jacket and slid it across the table. John eyes wide and carefully picked up the piece paper as if were made of glass. The picture was of a little boy with short dirty blonde hair, A grin as wide as a football field, the same piercing hazel eye that use to belong to his love Mary, and a scar going across his neck that looks like it will fade away with time. This was him there was no mistaking it this little boy was dean... His dean.
"So do you know where he is?" John asked not looking away from the picture.
"Well there is an issue there?" Silas said John ripped his eyes away from the picture, "What issue?"
"After the two hunters found him and couldn't find his family they somewhat adopted. After it got around the boy had a bounty on his head the hunters went into to hiding with the boy. There are several places the boy may or may not be. The southern hunters are saying the best bet to find the boy is in Arlington Texas." Silas explained.
"Why Arlington Texas?" John questioned. "Well the boy was found in the backwoods of Oklahoma near the Texas boarder. One of the hunters is from Arlington Texas so everyone figures they move back there." Silas answered.
"Arlington is pretty big ain't it where am I suppose to look?" John asked.
"Well the hunter is from the middle part of Arlington, but now some say he lives west of division street in some motel. That's all I know." Silas answered.
"Can I ask how you know all this before I go break a lot of traffic laws?" John questioned. He highly doubt that this guy heard all of this detail information through the grapevine so before he left he wanted to make sure it wasn't another bullshit lead.
"I have friends that know of the boy how do you think I got the picture." Silas smiled. John didn't know if he liked that answer or not, but the picture look like the image he had of his boy so maybe this guy was telling the truth.
"I best be leaving now thank you." John said shaking the man's skeleton like hand.
"Your very welcome I hope you find your son oh by the way his new name is Gavin Sawyer." Silas said giving a creepy smile that again sent shivers down John spine. As John left the bar repeating the name Gavin Sawyer to himself. When he was out the door and everyone in the bar could hear the stretching of the impala leaving the parking lot. Mickey the bar tender came up to Silas.
"So how did it go?" Mickey asked as his eyes turned to yellow.
"Very well I think you should have your Dean soon." Silas smiled.
"Good maybe old Johnny boy can break down that wall Dean setup for himself, and when he does I can finally step in and kill the little brat." Mickey smiled.
"Oh you will, remember you do have a physic friend." Silas winked.
Mickey with yellow eye smiled, "Now if you don't mind I have to go make sure everything goes to plan and stop these hunters from getting in the way." With that Mickey's mouth open and big black cloud shot out of it and into the air.
Mickey woke up on the ground, and saw Silas standing over him. He helped himself off the floor and gave a backwards glance towards Silas and muttered to himself with shivers, "Man still gives me the creeps...Where John go?"
5:25 A.M Arlington Texas
John had broken every traffic law made to get to Texas in record time. John went up and down division street trying to find the motel his son maybe staying at, but what he didn't know about division street in there where a bunch of shit whole motels. John went around paying people to give any information, but all them so far came up empty. Finally he made it to the Oasis motel, something in John's gut told him this hellhole was where his son was living.
"Welcome weary traveler!" A short stubby man said as John walked into the hotel. John rolled his eyes and he could this guy was going to be annoying, but he would put on a fake face to find his son, "How you doing my good man? I wondering if you could help me out?" John showed the stubby man a hundred and the man's eyes lit up with dollar signs, "Of course course what can I do you for?"
"Do you have any residences living here?" John asked.
"I need you to be more nit picky in detail sir your one of our very few guest who don't live here." The man said his eyes not leaving the hundred John was tempting him with.
"Two men and a boy." John answered.
"Ah you mean Charlie, Roscoe, and little Gavin." The man answered with his hand out no doubt ready to the hundred.
"Yeah how much would it be possible to get a room next to them and keep it quiet so to speak." John inquired pulling out another hundred.
The man's eye widen in excitement, "Martha get this man a room and quick. Awe anything else for you sir?" The man asked with a big smile.
"Yeah you got a payphone where?" The man shook his head and showed john where to find it.
After John got settled he casually looked in the window on room 108 where this kid Gavin was. John had to be careful because the light was on, but he saw him. His sweet little boy being cradle and rock to sleep by somebody. His name might Gavin Sawyer here, but John knew this kid for sure was Dean Winchester.
Just sigh and left the area before anyone noticed him, plus he had to make a phone call. "Bobby's going to kill me for this." John laughed to himself. The phone ran no answer John tried again no luck. "Come on Bobby I know you can hear quick ignoring it," John said to himself during the third phone call, "Hello who the hell is calling at fu..."
"Bobby its John," John interrupted.
John pulled the phone away from his ear when Bobby started yelling, "John I should pump your ass with rock-salt for calling me this early in the morning! Now what do you want you damn idjit?" When Bobby finished John put the phone back to his ear to answer, "I found dean."
"You what?" Bobby asked. John could tell by Bobby's voice he was dumbfounded.
"I found Dean." John repeated.
"You found him how do you know for sure?" Bobby asked.
"The information I got led me to Texas, and I got a good look at the kid. Its Dean." John explained.
"Bobby I need you to come down here." John said he pulled the phone away from his ear again knowing what was going to happen, "YOU WHAT?" Bobby screamed. "What am I suppose to do with Sammy or did you forget you had sick kid here?" Bobby continued to rant.
"Bobby take Sammy to Jim's and get Mac and that smartass kid of his Caleb to come too were going to need there powers." John answered calmly.
"John if this kid isn't yours and it is another screwed lead you can bet I will salt-n-burn your ass so quick your head will scream." Bobby said. John smiled to himself, "Deal now hurry up."
"I'll hurry when I want to hurry. Now if you don't mind it's 4:42 in the goddamn morning so I'm gonna go back to bed now." Bobby pointed out.
"Thanks Bobby and sorry it's 5:42 here." John answered with a laugh.
"Yeah well it's still to early you damn idjit." With that bobby hung up the phone and John smiled happily to himself.
Gavin Sawyer was the missing piece of the puzzle for a hunt that's been fruitless for four years now. After four years Gavin Sawyer would John's kid again and he can finally take back the name Dean Winchester.
John was to happy to repeat the phrase he told Bobby early, "I found Dean."
"I found my Dean."