A Hiccup in Time Ch. 12
Disclaimer. Still don't own them and still not making a profit from my stories.
Warning: Language as usual.
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Previously: "I'm going to take him inside for a nap." Dean told his father as he headed towards the house. "I'll be back out to help once he wakes up."
John walked into the house approximately an hour later to find Dean asleep in the recliner with Sammy cuddled to his chest. Dean had both arms wrapped protectively around his little brother who was also sleeping and sucking on his little thumb intermittently. John sighed, wondering just how long it had been since he had seen Dean this content. His face was so relaxed in sleep and he looked as if he didn't have a care in the world. It was amazing to see the change in their life in the short time since Sammy had been changed to his toddler form.
Feeling a tad bit thirsty, John walked into the kitchen and pulled a Budweiser beer out of Bobby's refrigerator and twisted off the cap. He had pulled out a chair and sat down to relax a few minutes when a piercing scream came from the living room causing the beer bottle to drop from his fingers and shatter on the floor, it's liquid contents spilling everywhere. Running into the living room, he saw Sammy clinging to Dean's neck and violently trembling. "What the hell's the matter with him?" John questioned fearing a vision as Sammy's wails seemed to get louder by the second.
"I don't know." Dean answered feeling distraught himself after such a rude awakening. He placed a comforting hand on the back of Sammy's neck and started rocking him as he made shushing sounds near his ear. "You're alright kiddo, I'm right here, don't cry, I've got you." Dean glanced up at his father to see the extreme look of worry in his eyes and realized immediately what his dad was thinking. "Oh crap, Sammy must have had a vision."
"Sammy, I need you to tell me what's wrong so I can help you little brother. Why are you so scared?" Dean prodded his brother to talk as he rubbed a hand up and down Sammy's back feeling the shivers wracking his small frame
"He hurted Uncle Bobby" Sammy replied with tears brimming in his eyes as he buried his face into Dean's shirt and sobbed.
"Who Sammy? Who hurt Bobby?" Dean questioned needing to get as much information as possible if they were going to stop it from happening.
"Da bad man with da black eyes." Sammy answered through hitching breaths as he clutched onto Dean's shirt with his little fists. "He shooted Uncle Bobby with da gun outside."
"Shit, Bobby's out back by himself working on that '62 Chevelle." John grunted as he grabbed one of Bobby's handguns off the shelf and stuffed it in the back of his jeans. Grabbing a canteen of holy water and turning to face Dean, he said "Get your brother hidden somewhere safe just in case that bastard is after him." before dashing quickly through the kitchen and out the back door.
Standing up with Sammy in his arms, Dean grabbed a gun of his own, rushed to the basement and quickly walked down the stairs taking two at a time. Bobby had a devil's trap drawn on the inside of the door leading down to the basement and there were no windows that could be broken from the outside. Scanning around, Dean soon spotted a little alcove that would be perfect to hide his brother in. "Sammy, we're going to play hide and go seek. I'm going to put you in a hiding spot and then we're going to wait and see if Daddy can find you okay shrimp?"
"But I dont's wanna pway hide and go seek Deanie." Sammy cried as he applied a bear hug around Dean's neck. "I wanna stay wif you."
"Well then we'll both hide from Daddy." Dean replied as he slid into the small alcove as best he could with Sammy's back to the wall to make sure he was as safe as possible. "Now remember kiddo, we have to be very quiet so Daddy can't find us." Dean said hoping to keep Sammy as quiet as possible.
"Okay Deanie, I's be as quiet as a mouse." Sam replied as he buried his head into Dean's shoulder once again. The alcove was a little bit dark and he didn't like dark places.
"That's my boy." Dean replied as he enveloped Sammy in his arms. If the demon managed to get past his dad and Bobby, Dean would make sure it never got close enough to lay a hand on Sammy.
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As Bobby was about to put the finishing touches to the '62 Chevelle he was working on, he got a prickly sensation on the back of his neck that warned him of impending danger. He lifted his head minutely and surreptitiously scanned the area around him. He soon saw an old man of approximately fifty five years of age walking his way. He fingered the silver knife that was in the front sheath of his jean's and felt the comfort of the pistol that was tucked into the back of his jeans. As the man approached closer, Bobby stopped what he was doing and looked up. 'Can I help you?" he asked as he placed a hand near his hip for easier access to the gun.
"Yes you can" the demon stated as it's eyes flashed back. It lifted a hand and Bobby went sailing through the air only to impact with an old rusted out truck causing him to grunt in pain and fall to the ground. He felt the gun slip from numb fingers as sharp spikes of pain reverberated through his back and shoulder. Smirking with pride, the demon waltzed over to where Bobby sat stunned on the ground and reached down to pick his gun up. "Pulling Bobby up off the ground by the lapels of his shirt, the demon asked, "Where is Sam Winchester?"
"Go to hell, I'm not telling you anything." Bobby spat out as he looked the demon squarely in the eye. He was beginning to gasp for breath as he felt the demon's hands squeezing the life out of him.
"Been there, done that." the demon replied as it wrapped a hand around Bobby's throat and began to squeeze. "Word has it that the brat is vulnerable now and Azazel wants him. Tell me where he is or I will kill you now with your own weapon." The demon informed Bobby and then aimed the gun knowing damned well that the hunter would be dead just as soon as he revealed the location of Azazel's chosen one.
"Somewhere where you'll never touch him." John replied as he watched the demon drop Bobby like a rag doll and turn around to face him. Knowing that he had to act quick, John tossed the holy water from his canteen into the demon's face. He watched in satisfaction for just a second as the demon's face began to blister and smoke and then quickly started to recite an exorcism.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, et secta diabolica, Ergo draco maledicte et section Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias servire libertáte, te rogámus, audi nos."
John didn't take the time to listen as the demon threatened to kill him in the most horrible and vile ways possible. He knew he had to keep the demon away from Sammy, especially with him being age regressed and in toddler form right now. Finishing the exorcism he said, "Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te, cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis,Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili Nomini quem inferi tremunt Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Amen"
John breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the black smoke exit the host's mouth and swirl up in a tornado like form before flaming out in a burst of fire. He took just a minute to check on the body that fell to the ground to confirm it was dead and then rushed over to check on his hunter friend.
"Bobby, you okay?" John asked with concern as he knelt down and placed a comforting hand on Bobby's shoulder as he now sat up against the rusted truck.
"Yeah, I'm fine. How the hell did you know that bastard was out here?" Bobby questioned as he rubbed a hand over his aching shoulder.
"Sammy had a vision." John replied pulling back the shirt near Bobby's shoulder to inspect the damage, noting that Bobby had some very vivid bruising already starting to show.
"Tell me you meant Sam, that it was Sam who had the vision." Bobby stated as he looked at John imploringly hating the idea of a toddler Sam having to deal with a vision.
"I wish I could Bobby, but it was little Sammy, he was sleeping when it happen and woke up screaming. If you think you can manage walking, I really need to get back to my boys and make sure they're okay." John said as he glanced back towards the house.
"We need to do something with this body first John. I don't want the Sammy to accidentally see it. There's no telling how that would traumatize him." Bobby replied knowing John was too concerned about his boys to be thinking straight.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." John replied before looking longingly at the house once again. "Let's just get it in the shed for now. I'll have Dean take Sammy to the park or something to keep him occupied while we do a salt and burn."
Nodding his head in agreement, Bobby and John picked up the dead body and carried it to the shed where they placed it under a tarp. They quickly cleaned up to keep from scaring Sammy and then trotted off at a quick pace towards the house.
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Sitting with Sammy in the basement, Dean could hear the sounds of footsteps as they entered the house. He held his breath as he tired to figure out who was walking around on the floor. He stealthily pulled the gun from the back of his pants hoping that Sammy didn't see him as he took aim towards the basement door. "Be extra quiet now Sammy." Dean whispered as he turned and looked at his brother. He enforced the notion by putting his index finger to his lips and whispering "Shhh."
He heard footsteps criss-crossing the rooms a few more times before the door to the basement creaked open. He placed his finger on the trigger and tightened it marginally as he waited to see who was there. He sighed in relief as he soon heard the words, "Dean, Sammy, you boys down there?"
Sammy began to giggle as soon as he heard his daddy's voice calling out to them. "Uh oh, here he comes." Sammy whispered in a rather loud voice as he snuggled in closer to Dean.
Knowing that he had to let his dad know they were there and that Sammy thought they were playing a game, Dean whispered back loud enough for their father to hear, "Shh, Sammy or daddy will find our hiding place. You're not supposed to tell him where we're hiding, he has to seek us."
John immediately understood Dean's message and began to walk slowly down the stairs. "Sammy, where are you?" he questioned in a sing-song voice causing his youngest to giggle even more. He pretended to search different areas of the basement until a few short minutes later he walked over to the small alcove and said in a happy voice, "I found you!" He reached down and picked his youngest up as Dean moved out of the way and he swung Sammy up and into his arms. As he held Sammy in his arms, John looked over at his oldest and said, "Hey Dean, why don't you take Sammy here to the park and let him play while I help Bobby take care of a little salt problem. Oh and Dean, make sure he stays away from strangers at all costs."
"Sure dad" Dean answered knowing exactly what point his dad was trying to get across as he reached over to take his baby brother into his arms. "I'm sure Sammy would love to play on the swings and the jungle gym." He carried Sammy upstairs and helped him into his jacket before grabbing his own and carrying Sammy out to the car. He placed him into the carseat and buckled him in before watching his dad and Bobby walk into the shed. He'd make damn sure to talk to his dad tonight about what had happened.
TBC Do you want to read the scene with Dean and Sammy at the park or should I just glance over it?