Chapter 5

By the time John finally pulled in front of Jim Murphy's house, both his sons were passed out in the back. On the way over there John bought them both McDonald's happy meals and doctored up their drinks. He felt bad that he had to drug them for his plan to work, but he knew if they were awake, Dean would never let him go through with it. Jim opened his door, frowning at John.

"Do you realize what time it is?"

John jogged over to him, "Yes. I'm sorry Jim."

Jim sighed, "So, how long are the boys staying this time?"

John shook his head, "Just Sammy. I need Dean's help this time around."

Jim blinked, "John, you know separating those boys is asking for trouble. Do they know that Sam is going to be staying here?"

John chewed at his lip before nodding, "Of course."

Jim frowned and when John picked up Sam and he noticed that both boys were knocked out, he realized that of course John was lying, "John, I hope you have a good explanation for this. You know good and well that these boys don't know anything with what's going on."

"I'll explain it to Dean when he wakes up. Where should I lay him?"

Jim sighed and walked into the house, gesturing to the couch, "What about Sam, huh? What am I supposed to say to him?"

John shrugged, "I don't care. It's not like he'll really understand anyway. We should be back in about a week."

Jim watched John walk out the door and sighed as his gaze fell on Sam's sleeping form. He hoped John had a good explanation for splitting his sons up like this. He grabbed a blanket and covered Sam's sleeping form with and brushed his hair back from his eyes. Sam moaned and shifted.

"I'm sorry Sam," Jim whispered, knowing that the boy couldn't hear him. He took one more look at Sam before he headed up to bed.

Sam woke up early the next morning as usual and realized something was off. He sat up and blinked. For starters he was on someone's couch under their blanket. Where was his father? Where was Dean? He slowly stood and carefully explored his surroundings while trying not to freak out and have a panic attack.

Jim walked down the stairs just as he spotted Sam coming back inside the house, "Sam?" he called before smacking himself. Of course Sam couldn't hear his name being called.

Jim walked over to Sam and carefully put a hand on the boy's shoulders so as not to scare him further, "Sam."

Sam looked up with wide eyes. Pastor Jim? Why am I here and were is everyone?

Jim sighed, "Sam, I'm sorry but I don't understand what you're saying."

Sam groaned before he searched for a piece of paper and a pencil. He wrote out his questions and presented the paper to Pastor Jim. Jim swallowed.

"Your father had a hunt that he needed Dean's help and he left you here with me saying it was too dangerous for you. Said something about Dean getting upset if you were in harm's way?"

Sam took the paper and wrote: How long?

"John said no more than a week."

Sam slumped. What exactly was he supposed to do with himself for a whole week?

~~~ADTH~~~~

"Dean," John said, watching his oldest pace around the motel room. "I did it so I wouldn't accidentally put him in harm's way again."

Dean stopped pacing and looked at him, "Yeah but did you have to do it while I was asleep? He's probably freaking out right now wondering where we are. You should've given me time to explain to him what was going on."

"I'm sorry but I got word of this hunt at the last minute. I wasn't about to wake you both up so you could have a little heart to heart."

Dean blinked and wisely refused to comment, "So what's the hunt?"

John explained the hunt to Dean. He explained how according to the victims and the patterns of the monster's kills it appeared to be that of a Daeva.

Dean frowned as he sat down, "A Daeva? But, if that's so, then that means someone must be controlling it right? I mean these things are actually Shadow demons."

John nodded, "Exactly. In order to get rid of it we have to find the alter and destroy it."

"Great, and here I thought this would be easy. In order to do that, we need to find out who's controlling the thing."

~~~ADTH~~~~

A week came and went and Sam still remained at Pastor Jim's. He had texted Dean a few times but hadn't received a response which was highly unlike Dean. He also texted his father too, but as usual his father never responded to anything. He was starting to worry that they weren't going to come back for him.

"I think that the job is taking a little longer than usual," Jim told Sam one morning over breakfast. "Either that or they went to another job. But don't worry; I'm sure they'll get in touch with you when they can. In the meantime, I registered you in the local middle school."

Sam looked at him the question "why" apparent on his face. Jim smiled.

"I know how much you love school and I figured you'd want something to do besides sitting around all day."

Sam smiled and Jim drove to the school after they finished eating. They met with the principal and a few other people where they explained that Sam was deaf. Sam explained that as long as the teacher spoke slowly enough that he'd be able to read their lips, and they wrote stuff on the board, he'd be okay. They assured him that that wouldn't be a problem and so the next day Sam was walking into the school building after Jim dropped him off.

~~~ADTH~~~~

Harmone stood in the shadows and watched the little hunter as he entered the school. After a few minutes she pulled out her cellphone and made a call.

"I saw him," was all she said when the call was answered. She listened and then responded with an affirmative before disconnecting the call. Picking up her backpack, she headed into the school and immediately searched Sam out.

~~~ADTH~~~~

Sam stood over by his locker reading his schedule. He cocked his head as he felt the vibrations of the ringing bell and had it confirmed by all the rushing students as they hurried to get to class. Hoisting his bag on his back, he headed toward the History classroom.

The teacher spotted Sam as he walked into the classroom and read his notes from the principal on Sam Winchester. It said that he needed a lot of written and hand cues as he couldn't hear. He shook his head. Who in their right mind would allow a deaf kid to come to this school? He sighed as he began to do roll call. This should be interesting.

TBC...

Who wants to kill John right now?