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Chapter 7 To Hell With You
John and Sam wasted no time, and for once lady luck was on their side. It only took them thirty minutes to find the right place, and now they stood in a dark alley.
"Long time no see Chris." John said in a dangerous tone.
"No." Dean said barely loud enough for Sam and John to hear him. Hating that they were even in the same state as his father.
"It's been too long, John!" Chris answered as he gave Dean another kick to the ribs.
"Come on, Chris. Leave the boy alone, if it's a fight you're looking for, I'm game." John said holding Sam back from running into the situation.
"Or...you could join me John. Because you know this piece of garbage is the reason that my sister...your wife is dead." Chris spat out from between clenched teeth, as he grabbed his son by the hair of his head, and slammed his head against the pavement below.
"Let's talk about this, Chris. There is no way that you actually think that that is his fault!" John said using the same tone as his brother-in-law had.
"Oh but it is, this little bastard...he seen all of it, and didn't do a damn thing to stop it!" Chris spat out once more.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Dean repeated over and over, between painful breaths.
"Is that right?" John asked Chris as he decided to change tactics. As he and Sam made their way closer to Dean.
"Dad?" Sam questioned swallowing hard.
"Yeah that's right...as a matter of fact, I say that we let Sam have a crack at him too. Considering that Dean is the reason that he didn't get to know his own mother." Chris said with a smile, at his nephew as he and John got close enough where they could look the man in the eyes.
John walked over to Dean's bloodied body and threw his leg back to kick the boy in the head. John caught sight of Sam's disbelieving eyes. So much like his own on his first days on the battlefield, in the midst of all the brutality. John stopped mid swing of his leg, and redirected a punch to Chris' head. Only to have the other man to see it coming, as he rammed John up against the brick wall behind him.
"This is better than I ever thought it would be! Chris laughed. Looks like I get to make you all pay, now. Chris stated sounding too crazy for the nut house. You John, for not protecting my sister. Dean for not doing a damn thing about it. And little Sammy for attracting the demon in the first place." Chris said maintaining his smile as he knocked John unconscious.
"N-not Sammy!" Dean gasped out, as he managed to get to his feet and placed himself in between Sam and his crazy father.
"And just what do you think that you are gonna do about it?" Chris asked cockily.
"I'm gonna send you to hell where you belong." Dean told him with as much power as he could. As Dean pulled his gun and shot his father between the eyes.
Father and son landed on the ground at the same time. Sam shook himself out of the trance, that he had been in. when he seen John push himself up to stand.
"Dean! John yelled as he ran to Dean's side. Sam call an ambulance! John said as he looked at his shell shocked son. Hurry, Sam! John yelled once more, before fishing out his own phone and dialed the number himself. Stay with him and I'll flag down the ambulance when it gets here." John said as he grabbed Sam's shoulder, to turn his attention away from the wall, that was sprayed with his Uncles brain matter.
What? Sam asked, shaking his head.
"I said stay here with your brother and I'll show the paramedic where to come." John said glad to see that Sam wits back.