A Whiter Shade of Pale Ch. 21
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Author's Note: To avoid confusion between stories, this story is the one where Sam is 13 years old and was stabbed outside their motel room by a man who was drunk. _
Previously: Following Dean into the kitchen, Bobby was going to grab a beer for himself and the others when he was interrupted from doing so by the ringing of a phone.
"Singer here," Bobby voiced as he picked up one of the phones that hung along his kitchen wall.
"Bobby, its Steve Wondell. I'm at Betty Lou's Roadside Diner and I thought you might like to know that there's a bluecoat here asking for directions to your place."
"Thanks for the head's up Steve. I owe you one," Bobby stated as he gave Dean an anxious look.
"Bobby?" Dean questioned apprehensively, as he took in the angst filled face of the man who was like an uncle to him and Sam.
"Trouble's coming," Bobby answered succinctly as he hung up the phone and started making his way towards the living room where the rest of the hunters watched over Sammy.
Entering the room with a look of determination on his face, Bobby called out, "Caleb, Joshua, it's time."
"Time for what?" John asked inquisitively as he watched Caleb and Joshua exit the room in a hurry.
"Just a little shuck and jive," Bobby answered with a fake southern drawl, looking forward to the upcoming showdown. Sure, he was somewhat nervous about whether or not he and the others could pull it off, but with a little luck, they would have that detective shaking in his boots by the time they were through with him.
"Bobby?" John growled, reaching out to card a hand through Sammy's hair when his youngest began to squirm about and moan as he unconsciously picked up on the tension in the room. If there was one thing he didn't like, it was being kept in the dark about things.
"Quit yer bellyaching, ya idgit," Bobby groused with a roll of his eyes. "While you and the boys were on the way here, Josh, Caleb, and I devised a way to handle the situation with the detective that would keep any of us from doing jail time or getting blood on our hands where the law is concerned."
"Yeah, and what would that be?" John asked wondering just what the others had up their sleeves.
"How do you feel about being in the Federal Witness Protection Program?" Bobby responded with a smug smile.
"Wait…what?" Dean questioned upon walking into the room to catch the end of the conversation going on between John and Bobby.
"You and your family have just become federally protected witnesses," Caleb announced to the shocked young hunter as he himself walked into the room dressed in civilian attire, a glock 22 resting in a shoulder holster at his side, and a Federal Marshal's badge adorning his chest.
"Yeah, and what is it we were supposed to have witnessed?" Dean queried with a smirk as he walked over and sat down beside his baby brother who was beginning to awaken.
"A demon and a wendigo making out in the middle of the street," Caleb snorted in return as he winked at the younger hunter.
"Wh-what's Caleb talkin' about?" Sammy asked a little incoherently as he tried to sit up, his stomach muscles grumbling in protest at the movement.
"Nothing kiddo, he's just being his usual idiot self," Dean answered as he helped Sammy into a sitting position. "You ready to go upstairs and lay down?"
"Gotta pee first," Sam replied with a small grin.
"TMI there, little Dude," Dean quipped as he helped Sam get to his feet.
"Says the teen that lost his virginity at almost the same age as Sammy there," Joshua returned as he came down the stairs, dressed in relatively the same manner as Caleb.
"Didn't know you were keeping up with my extracurricular activities there Joshua," Dean voiced jovially.
"Dean, Josh, that's enough of that kind of talk, especially around Sammy," John warned as he glared at the two reproachfully. Sure he knew his youngest was thirteen, but he didn't want to even think about Sammy having sex anytime soon.
"Sorry Sir," Dean apologized as he started leading his brother up the stairs to the bathroom on the second floor.
"And Dean…"
"I know, take care of Sammy. Yes Sir, you know I will." Dean stated as he slowly traversed up the stairs, making sure to keep a firm arm around his baby brother. He hated that he was being relegated away from the action, but Sammy came first and he understood that.
Watching his children make their up the stairs, John took a deep breath knowing that the 'crap would soon hit the fan' and he just hoped he and the other hunters would come out on the winning end, because there was no way he was going to allow himself to be arrested and taken away from the only two things that mattered in his life…his boys.
"Okay, everyone into position. John, you come with me." Bobby called out as he pulled on one of his old oil stained ball caps and made his way outside. They had to make things look normal if they were going to pull this off.
~~Supernatural~~
Driving under the overhead sign that announced he had arrived at Singer Salvage Yard, Detective Matt Speight couldn't help but cringe at how disgusting the place looked with all of the rusted old cars lining the yard as he drove down the long and winding driveway. He couldn't understand why someone would want such nasty looking filth around them, much less want to make a business out of salvaging the old crap within the hollowed shells. To him, it looked more like an eyesore than a place of business and he'd be sure to say something to the owner about that if he could remember to.
Nearing the house at the end of the drive, the detective couldn't help but smirk as he noticed his prey sitting on the porch and reading a newspaper as if he hadn't a care in the world, while some other person could be seen working under the hood of a two tone Chevy. That would change soon. Glancing about to be sure of his surroundings, he could also make out two other people on the far side of the lot, but it was hard to tell what they were doing since they were halfway hidden by a couple of old junked cars with the windows busted out. He assumed they were most likely customers looking for a needed part and wished them 'good luck' in finding what they needed
Reaching down with his right hand as he stomped on the brake and placed the gear in park, he placed a hand on the pistol hidden beneath his jacket and then grasped the door handle to push it open. It was time to finally make that poor excuse of a father John Slade pay for his crimes. Stepping out of the car and closing the door, he found his heart in his throat as he suddenly found himself staring down the long barrel of a colt revolver, courtesy of one Bobby Singer.
"Hey, you need to calm down mister," Detective Speight stated as he raised his hands in the air to show he meant no harm. "I'm an officer of the law. If you'll just lower that revolver, I'll reach into my side pocket to…"
"Hold it right there, asshole," Caleb spewed with venom as he quickly approached to offer Bobby back up, Joshua close on his heels.
"Now listen for a damn minute," Matt angrily voiced as he stared down the two approaching men, firearms held firmly within their grasps. "I am not the criminal here. I am an officer of the law and I'm here to arrest that man sitting over there on the front porch."
"You'll arrest him over my dead body," Caleb swore as he raised his glock 22 and pointed it dead center of the lawman's heart.
"Now let's calm down here just a minute," Joshua stated, undertaking his portrayal of the sensible Federal Marshal to Caleb's hotheaded one. "You need to let the man prove who he is and speak his mind."
Pulling out his badge from his side pocket, Matt showed his detective's shield and then explained that he was there to arrest the smug bastard who was now approaching them.
"And what is John Slade supposed to have done?" Joshua questioned, placing his pistol into its holder since both Bobby and Caleb had the detective firmly in their sights.
"He is under suspicion of murder and I'm sure he has quite a few other crimes under his belt," Matt stated with authority as he pulled the handcuffs from his belt, noticing the older son looking down on them from the window above.
"You said suspicion of murder. That doesn't mean he is guilty of anything," Bobby informed the detective with authority as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Listen; just who the hell do you think you people are? I should arrest you for interfering with an officer of the law," Matt threatened through gritted teeth.
"I'll tell you who the hell we are. We're Federal Marshals in the Witness Protection Program," Caleb announced as he thrust a finger into the haughty detective's chest. "And that man is under our protection as is his family and I'll be damned if you think you can just waltz in here and take him away."
"Yeah, well, he is wanted for murder damn it and I'm going to…"
"You're going to what?" Caleb questioned angrily as he grabbed the surprised detective by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him within inches of his own angry face.
"Agent Wilson, you need to calm the hell down right now," Joshua voiced, though secretly he was elated to see Caleb really losing his temper. "We've got to handle this situation calmly, like professionals.
"No, I'm tired of stupid assed detectives like this man coming in and ruining a case we've had in the works for a while. It has cost us too many witnesses and I'm going to teach him a lesson he will never forget," Caleb affirmed as he pulled back a fist.
~~Supernatural~~
"Dean, what's goin' on?" Sam inquired from his bed as he watched his big brother staring out the window. He had heard a car pull in moments earlier and could see the way Dean had tensed up as time progressed over the last few minutes.
"It's okay kiddo, don't worry," Dean stated as he forced himself to walk away from the window and walked over to sit at his brothers' bedside. He didn't want Sammy worrying about anything since the kid had started running a low grade fever and Jefferson had yet to arrive. He wondered what the hell was keeping the burly doctor so long.
"Dean, please? I need to kn-know. Is Dad okay?" Sam pleaded as his eyes misted with tears. He couldn't understand why he was becoming so emotional.
"Hey, don't get yourself so upset Princess. Dad is fine. I promise," Dean enthused as he brushed a hand though his sibling's chestnut colored hair. "Caleb, Bobby and Joshua will make sure nothing happens to him."
"But…"
"No buts about it. You just relax and get some sleep," Dean voiced softly as Sammy slowly calmed under his ministrations. He really wanted to see what was going on, but Sammy was more important.
TBC. So just what will Caleb do to the detective?
