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"Yeah Bobby that's right," Sam was saying as he explained what he had found out about Goblins.
"Ok, kid. We'll see what we can find." He hung up and walked to his room. It was getting late and he was old, he needed sleep.
Grace startled him for a moment when she walked out into the hallway. The lady moved silently. Not even the floorboards creaked under her!
"Sorry to make you jump," she said as she handed bed linens to her guest. "There are some on the bed now, but I've not had time to change them."
"Don't trouble yourself on my account. Take care of your family," he said as he took the linens and thanked her.
"Anyone who comes through that door is my family Bobby. Samuel and his younger son John made this place so that a Hoodoo spell keeps those wanting to cause us, or those seeking rest inside our boundaries harm cannot pass. Whoever comes through that spell is family for all purposes and will be treated like family."
He knew he couldn't argue with her so he nodded his head, thanked her again and went into his room. What they said about the Colts was true he thought as he lay in bed, clothes and all. They were the caretakers of the hunters. He was asleep in no time.
It was close to 4 am when Dean awoke with a start at Cas and Ben standing at the foot of his bed!
"What happened?" He was up immediately checking Ben for injuries.
Sam was awake too. He watched his brother check Ben over and realized that Dean's fatherly instincts were strong. How many times had he done exactly that to a young Sam, hell to an adult Sam? When the time came Sam would let Dean decide what to do. He would not force him back into hunting. Things had changed between them, within them, and it was for the better. Sam couldn't fight with that, both brothers had already learned important lessons to make the same mistakes again.
"Goblins attacked the neighbors. They didn't survive," Cas began to explain what had happened.
"Goblins took Allan Colt," Sam said. "But wasn't it a demon that took Lisa?"
"Yes." Castiel said frankly. "And I have an idea now as to what might be behind it."
"We know it's human because it controls Goblins, only humans can do that." Sam said, happy to be engrossed in coming up with theories again.
"But it's also summoning demons." Dean added once he was satisfied that Ben wasn't hurt. The child was being very quiet, he looked exhausted.
"Cas," Dean said to his friend. "Why don't you help Ben sleep." With Ben asleep they could travel faster to the Colt stronghold and get the show on the road.
Cas put Ben into a peaceful sleep. Dean wrapped him in a blanket and placed him on the bed.
"Demi-god," Cas said. "It's a demi-god. A weak demi-god but a demi-god nonetheless."
"And a demi-god is interested in us why?" Dean wasn't buying it, neither was Sam.
"I don't know. But the answer lies buried in the Remington and Colt past, I'm sure of it. The creature isn't strong enough yet to launch a full assault."
"And why are you so sure of it," Sam asked as he got dressed?
"Because the attacks are focused on those families. And because everything evil and malicious walking in this world are terrified of the Winchesters. No one will mess with you directly but the other families are fair game. Once this thing gets full strength it will come after you too. So we have to stop it before then."
"Bring it," Dean exclaimed! He was getting tired of this bullshit! "We'll take the SOB down!"
By 5 am they were on the road. Ben was still asleep, Cas was back wherever angels went and Sam was driving to give Dean a respite. He mulled over Cas' explanation of what was hunting them and it sounded plausible but he didn't think it was an actual demi-god and if it was how would they kill it? It could be one of many or simply an ancestral spirit or demon of some form attached to the families that could assume human form. He just didn't know and it frustrated him!
Allan and Lisa had been talking back and forth through the walls for about an hour when they heard heavy footsteps coming toward them. A moment later their prison doors opened and they could see into a circular courtyard, dimly light by torches. They still couldn't see their heavy footed visitor but both walked out the cell and into the courtyard. Allan immediately went to Lisa's side. She was physically ok which was a relief. He would get them out of here…somehow. Suddenly a booming voice made them jump!
"Welcome," a deep male voice that sounded impossibly ancient said. "I'm sorry for such crude conditions but I can't have a Remington and Colt running about freely."
"What do you want with us," Lisa asked with anger in her voice?
"I didn't want you in the first place, well at least I didn't realize how valuable you were in the beginning," the voice replied.
Their captor continued with a cryptic explanation. "I wanted your son, but I got you. And what a prize you are my dear."
Lisa felt invisible hands caress her face and she pulled away.
"Not only do you have a son that is half Winchester but you have Dean's blood pumping through your veins. You two were very kinky that weekend. But you did me a favor and reunited both a bloodoath and bloodtie in the same sex fueled weekend. And I thank you, it makes my plans easier."
"What are you talking about?" Lisa was pissed off!
Allan spoke next, "you sent the demon for Nessa and Abigail." Allan was furious and tried to find the bastard in the dim light!
"So angry my dear boy. So much like your ancestors. If it's any consolidation I wasn't after your daughter. Well not yet anyway that will come in 13 years. I wanted your sister. Like Lisa she's quite a commodity to me you see. "
"You will never touch them," Allan shouted at the dark!
"Yes I will. I will bleed your sister dry, and then when your daughter is old enough I'll come for her."
"That will never happen! Leave my family alone! You want blood you have me.!Take me, leave Abigail and Nessa alone!" He was desperate to find out more from their captor. He would use it against him when they escaped.
"You know nothing is simple. I need Colt, Remington, and Winchester blood to complete the spell. And a lot of it. Two Colts, two Winchesters and one Remington was all I really needed. But with Sam Winchester in the pit I'll have to settle for one pure blood Colt, one Colt with Winchester blood pumping through her veins, one pure Winchester and one bastard son and then his mother. It's going to be messy."
They huddled closer together as they felt wind circulating around them, the footsteps quickened. Both were trying to process what the creature was telling them. Allan was certain that their captor had it wrong. Abigail did not have Winchester blood in her; there was no way it could have happened. He tried to think of all the spells that would require blood and too many came to mind.
"Why are you doing this," he asked hoping to get a response?
"Revenge, power, the usual suspects." With that the footsteps walked away. Lisa and Allan felt sleepy and fell to the floor. When they woke up they were back in their cells.
Abigail knew she was dreaming and it wasn't pleasant…they never were. She was in Florida, the Banshee had just shredded her and she was bleeding out. Sam was there and he was trying to stop the bleeding. He was better than her but still beat up pretty badly. Abigail could feel the life slipping away but as Sam laid his bloody hands on her stomach to apply pressure something happened. There was a mild shock and then her blood felt on fire. A few minutes after that she had stopped bleeding and the Colt curse was beginning to heal her. Her eyes flashed opened and she sat up in bed, disturbing Nessa who as beside her.
"Bad dream aunt Abby?"
The memory was trying to tell her something but what she didn't know. "Yeah, just a bad dream. Ready for breakfast? We're having company coming today." She tried to shrug off her fears, but Nessa wasn't buying it.
"You were screaming about blood."
"Was I?" She hadn't realized she was talking in her sleep.
"The scars on your tummy. They're not all from the car accident are they?"
"No baby girl. You know where most of them came from."
"But Sam saved you."
"Yeah, he did." She smiled at her niece as she picked her up and sat her on the floor getting ready to brush her hair. "He's coming today isn't he?"
"Yeah, him and Dean." She knew Sam was Nessa's hero of the hour.
"And Ben."
"How do you know about Ben?"
"John told me."
Abigail dropped the hair brush at her niece's words. Shocked she tried to compose herself before she spoke again.
"You've seen John?"
"Yes, he said Ben and I are going to be great friends."
Normally a conversation involving a child talking and interacting with a ghost would cause alarm, but not with John Colt. His spirit had been watching and protecting the Colts for a very long time and when any member of the family saw him it usually meant things were going to get pretty bad for a while before everything turned out alright. But John was telling Nessa about things that were coming, a little more than simply protecting…that was what unnerved her the most.
"If John tells you anything else please tell me."
"I will. He's happy the Winchesters are coming. He says that it's time to finally unite the families. "
Life was weird in a hunter family with ghosts and curses, bloodties and constant threats. Abigail wondered when she would finally loose her mind and who she would take with her on the trip.
Twelve hours later the Winchesters were standing inside the Colt mansion. Aunt Grace greeted them warmly. Bobby was happy to see the boys again. As told, Ben and Nessa took an instant liking to each other. Grace showed their guests around and once they were settled in they began to compare notes and research when the first Goblin sightings were.
"Looks like Packing, New Mexico about a year ago was the first sighting," Sam said as the clock chimed out 11 pm.
"You sure? Because I have one about the same time in Ravens, Wisconsin." Bobby said.
"But nothing earlier," Abigail asked?
"No, nothing." Sam said as he looked over his computer screen at her.
"Why don't you go to bed Sam. You look exhausted. Bobby and I will look a little more than get some sleep ourselves." She said noticing the dark lines under his eyes. "We'll get stuff together and plan our next move in the morning."
He closed his computer and walked over to the couch. Picking a book up on his way and began reading once he had reclined. He hadn't even read the first page when he was asleep. Dean was upstairs with Ben, both fast asleep. A few hours later Abigail and Bobby went to bed, leaving only the dead to walk the halls…and they were getting restless...something bad was coming and quickly.