Hunter's Moon Chapter 20 -Sic 'em Sammy, a supernatural fanfic

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Hunter's Moon

Chapter 20

"Sic 'em, Sammy

For I will consider my cat, Jeoffry

For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him

For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary

For he counteracts the powers of darkness by his electrical skin and glaring eyes

For He counteracts the Devil, who is death, by brisking about his life,

For having considered God and himself, he will consider his neighbor

For if he meets another cat he will kiss her in kindness.

For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it a chance

For one mouse in seven escapes by his dallying

For he is of the Tribe of Tiger

For the Cherub Cat is a term of the Angel Tiger

ooOoo

A fragment from a poem called Rejoice in the Lamb by the English poet Christopher Stuart

Written between 1756 and 1763 while confined in a madhouse.

From the end of Chapter 19:

Dean retreated all the way to the back wall of his cell. "You can bring her after I get to see my brother. I want Sam brought here. He looked at the silent crowd assembled. "Did you people hear that? I want my brother here."

There was noise now, coming down the hallway. Shouting and cries of "what is it?'

Dean smiled "Oh wait, this might be Sam now."

Derek Morgan of the BAU was the first of the crowd to spot the figure moving down the hall from the direction of Sam Winchester's cell. Since Derek had met Sam's cat form previously that was what he expected to see and he raised his gun. Others at the back of the crowd noticed his movement and tried to see what he was looking at.

Derek put out a hand and grabbed Hotchner's arm. Hotchner did the same to the others around him and the figure in the hallway gathered its own audience.

Dean's voice rose in the background. "Don't try to shoot my brother, talk to him."

Other voices were raised in supplication. "Can I bring my mother, my son, my wife? Can you cure my lover, my baby, my husband?" The murmurs were getting louder, like ocean waves kissing the sandy shore.

Derek saw the Pastor move to the entrance, with his phone pressed to his ear. The sound of the crowd outside also rose in volume. Derek wondered what was going on but his attention was on the hallway phantom.

It was the size and height of Sam Winchester and it was in the shape of an enormous cat but there was no color. The image shimmered like water and as it passed from light to light the image faded on the approach then glittered when the light hit it from behind.

"What is it?" Garcia asked.

"I have no idea" was Hotchner's response. She then turned her head and looked at Derek.

"What is It, sugar pie?" she questioned. "It looks like Sam's cat but why is it transparent? Do you have a guess about what's going on?"

Derek shook his head at her and kept his gun aimed at the figure. His actions were gathering more and more of the crowd's attention. "Hotch, what do you think is going on outside? Why are they getting louder? I wish something around here would suddenly make sense. My nerves would appreciate the break."

Hotchner lips twitched in a small smile and he said. "Ok, Morgan, you watch this what-ever-it-is and I'll go find out what happening outside. Come on Rossi. Be my back-up. Garcia, Reid, stick with Morgan." The two older agents left for the front entrance. Hotchner noticed that the FBI contingent, Ray Ellis, Harris Williamson and Dietrich Kenny, were all keeping a close eye on Dean Winchester.

Normally, with this many agents and officers available, Hotchner would feel that everything was firmly under control. But here, in this place, there was a strong current of the unnatural. Events were taking place and forces were being unleashed that he couldn't even name, let alone control. The best he could do was maybe crowd control. He didn't know if there was anyone here that could handle the weird side.

Hotch and Rossi stepped out on the front stairway. In front of them was a crowd of perhaps 200 people. As soon as they were outside people began to yell questions at them. "Is it true? Can he heal people? What is he? Have you arrested one of God's chosen?" These and other questions were thrown up at them.

Hotchner was stunned. He turned to Rossi. "How do they all know about that?" Rossi shrugged and then tipped his head towards Pastor Gregory. Even from a distance of 8 feet they could hear the old man hollering into the phone. "Yes, my lungs are fixed! Get your mother down here. Stop arguing."

Rossi snorted "I guess all the sermonizing gave him a voice that carries."

"Stop it, Rossi, Not funny."

Two older men pushed their way to the front of the crowd. "You the FBI?"

Hotch nodded at the men.

"We're Karl and Earl Montain." the bearded man said. "We're friends of the Winchester family. I understand that you have Sam and Dean locked up in there. What do you want them for? Alice Conway's disappearance?" He stopped talking and looked around. "Hey, Alice. "he shouted. "Get over here."

A tall, hard looking woman approached the group. "What'd you want, Earl?" she responded.

"Are you missing, Alice?" he snarked at her. "Have you disappeared without a trace?"

Alice glared at him. "You wish." She turned back to the crowd.

"That's good, Earl," Rossi said. "But there's still the little problem of your friends being on the FBI's most wanted list."

A ripple spread through the crowd. A van had pulled up behind them and a man was helping a woman in a wheelchair navigate the van's handicapped lift. A muttering went through the crowd again when Pastor Gregory stepped to the edge of the stairway entrance and waved his hands to indicate the wheelchair ramp.

"Pastor's wife. Old lady Gregory. Hasn't walked in years. What's she doing here" It must be true" Hotch heard all these fragments float up from the crowd.

Then, suddenly, behind him there was shouting and the pounding of feet. He and Rossi moved back into the building. Karl and Earl Montain followed them through the entrance. The crowd surged forward, trying to follow inside but a Deputy stepped in front of the doors, arms raised. Pastor Gregory's son, the man who had helped Mrs. Gregory out of the van, frantically pushed his mother up the ramp and his father started to argue with the Deputy.

Back inside Hotch and Rossi found another whirlpool of activity. "Morgan.' Hotchner called. "What's going on ?"

Morgan didn't appear but Penny Garcia answered Hotch's call. "You should have seen it." She babbled. "It was his spirit, pure spirit." She breathed in. "It went right into the cell. Right through the bars"

"Whoa, you mean it was Sam Winchester's spirit walking around in the hallway? That's a new trick."

"Garcia started up again. "When it got in the cell Dean said 'You forgot your body, Sam. Go get it . I'll wait here." And now Sam's walking around as the cat. People are freaking."

""I can see that", Hotchner said. "Where is he?" He looked up and the Sphinx appeared walking along the far end of the room, evidently heading for Dean.

"Come on, let's go." Hotch charged with Garcia and Rossi right behind him. The cat turned to look at them and they scooted down the passage way to Dean's cell. Another loud sound came from the front of the building. Later they would piece everything together and find out it was Pastor Gregory's son ramming, successfully, the front doors open with his mother's wheelchair. The Gregory family started chasing the FBI agents.

"Wonderful," Rossi shouted. "When do the Ferris Wheel and the Cotton Candy stand arrive? This place is turning into a carnival. "

They all arrived in a rush in front of Dean's cell. "Open the cell." Hotchner shouted. Agent Williamson looked affronted.

""Why the hell would we do that, Hotchner?" Williamson waved a gun in the Dean's direction. "Dangerous murderer here, remember?"

Just then Pastor Gregory dragged his wife in her wheelchair up against the bars. "Heal her! You said you would heal her! Do it!" he shouted at Dean. Gregory's son banged the wheelchair against the steel bars, making everyone around their group flinch at the clanging noise.

"Rudy," the Pastor growled. "Stop using your mother as a battering ram. That chair is going to collapse."

Dean came forward. Agent Williamson raised his gun and the Pastor stepped in front of it. "Don't even think about it buddy. You can shoot him after he cures her."

As Dean approached his energy began to wash over the people closest to him and they began to calm down. Unfortunately Williamson seemed out of range.

Hotchner saw Sheriff Dawes standing near Williamson. He looked lost, confused and pissed off. After all, this was his jurisdiction people were trampling. Hotch decided to help him out of his daze.

"Sheriff Dawes," he called out. "You have a potential mob outside. All of them want in here and I don't think that Deputy outside is going to be able to stop them. Last I saw him he was arguing with the Pastor and now Pastor Gregory is not only here, he brought the family. That man out front needs help."

Buoyed up by the prospect of a task he could handle, Dawes barked out "Ok, men! Let's get this place covered. Some of you go back up Johnson on the front doors before we have half the population of West Lafayette in here."

Hotchner called out again. "Sheriff, could you open the cell door for me.?"

Dawes didn't hesitate. "Whatever you want, Agent Hotchner. Just let me know how I can help."

He pulled the cell keys out and went to unlock Dean's cell. The rest of his men headed out to the building's doors except for the Deputy closest to Dean. It didn't seem that he could take his eyes off Dean's face.

Agent Williamson moved towards Dean's cell door as it was opened. Hotchner pulled the man back. "I would try to stay out of the way, Harris. I think Sam is going to be here soon and I have seen what happens to people who threaten Sam's brother."

As the words left Hotchner's lips the Sphinx appeared in the cell block's doorway. He was in full out cat mode and his wings were slightly spread, making him look even bigger than the BAU agents remembered. He pulled his lips back and hissed at the nearest people. There was no problem in clearing his path to Dean.

It had been Hotchner's plan to close Dean's cell door once both brothers were in there but now he realized that whoever moved towards that door would be killed before they could insert and turn the key to lock the brothers in. He decided just to stand and watch the brothers in action.

Dean had moved forward in the cell, until he was right up against the bars. He reached his hand out to the Pastor's wife and simply rested it on her knee. The woman took a deep breath and relaxed at his touch. She seemed to straighten in her chair and her husband and son stood beside her, protecting her. No matter what your opinion of their religious beliefs was, these three people loved each other.

Dean stood holding on to a bar with his other hand. Unexpectedly someone touched that hand and then grasped it firmly. Dean looked to see who had taken his hand and found a Deputy at arm's length clinging tightly to him. With one hand on the woman's knee and one captured by the Deputy, Dean was pulled against the bars. Protectively Sam moved behind him and held on around his waist, scanning the crowd for threats.

The woman sighed and so did the Deputy. Dean looked at them and they seemed stronger, more tightly tied to the world, no longer marked as Death's chosen. He and Sam started to move. They went to the cell door and passed through. Hotchner and his agents and Karl and Earl Montain encircled them, preventing anyone else from getting close.

"I've seen what Sam Winchester is capable of in this form," Hotchner said. "Keep your distance and don't upset him."

Sam wrapped his wings around his brother. Dean extended his hand to those reaching for him as the oddly composed group moved towards the front entrance. Those people he touched dropped out after a few moments and, for the most part, went and sat down somewhere, separated from the group, sated.

They finally reached outside and faced the crowd gathered at the bottom of the stairs. Karl and Earl flanked the brothers and Karl stretched up to Sam's ear and whispered. "Sam, I'm going to point out Ed Gainer. The guy standing to his right is that "Tom" character that was paying to hunt you down. If you want to go get him me and Earl will stay with Dean."

The Sphinx looked down into Karl's eyes and nodded his agreement. Dean also heard Karl's whisper and looked over his shoulder at The Sphinx and smiled. "Sic 'em, Sammy." he ordered and Karl pointed at Ed Gainer.

Karl and Earl started shouting at the crowd, "Stay out of his way! Don't' touch him! "and other warnings. The crowd parted, clearing a path straight to Ed Gainer and his companion.

Sam shoved Dean into Karl's arms and exploded into movement. He leaped down the stair, his wings fully extended and when he hit the ground he was on all four feet. Gathering his legs underneath him he ran like a cheetah, fully extended at first, his back flexed and then arched, and his feet drew back under, completing a 12 foot or larger leap. He was fast, he was beautiful and he was the most frightening thing most of these people, excluding the Hunters, had ever seen and he was headed directly at Tom.

Tom turned and ran then suddenly wasn't a man any more. Sam was chasing a wolf. Tom was a werewolf, large, black and cruel looking. Up on the steps Dean realized why Tom had wanted them dead. The Winchesters were the strongest wolf Hunters known. Dean speculated that Tom had perhaps wanted to create a pack on such open territory and conceived a strategic strike aimed at getting the Winchesters out of the way.

As Dean watched Sam run the wolf down and clamp his fangs through the back of its neck, Dean wondered if the wolf was outright crazy. Even if the Winchesters fell, Dean knew that there were some damn fine hunters in West Lafayette. He didn't think Tom's pack would have lasted long.

It didn't matter now what Tom thought. Sammy was still in full cat mode and was dragging Tom's body, which was slowing transforming back to human, back to the group, The Sphinx held his head high He was big, graceful and proud of himself. It was hard to believe he ever was a man. He was more a whole new, or very, very old, breed of hunting cat.

He dragged Tom's body into the parted crowd, found Alice Conway and laid Tom's body at her feet. Alice raised her hand and in an act of unparalleled bravery, scratched the Sphinx's ears. "Thank you," she said. Then she laughed, "Good Kitty."