Johnny Angel Ch. 3

Disclaimer: See chapter one

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Previously: Putting the coffee on to percolate, he sat at the table and grabbed one of the tabloids that he had picked up on the way home. It was time to find himself another hunt. As much as Bobby loved restoring and working on cars, his main mission in life now was to avenge Sam Winchester. All those bastards that had escaped from hell with Lucifer's rising were going to curse the day they decided to take the life of a Winchester.

Searching through The Daily News, it didn't take long for Bobby to stumble upon what he felt would be his next hunt. Reading the article, he became convinced that the small town of Riverbend, Illinois was being terrorized by a Jiang Shi. The Jiang Shi were commonly mistaken for zombies, but unlike their counterparts, the aforementioned creatures killed to absorb the life essence of it's victims. Remembering the lore he had read previously on the supernatural creature, he knew the Jiang Shi were created when a person's soul failed to leave it's body due to an improper death.

Scanning the article closely, he confirmed his suspicion upon reading the description of the creature that witnesses gave to local police of a horrifying creature with greenish-white furry skin and long white hair all over the top of its' head. Most hunters assumed that the color of skin was due to a fungus or mold that was growing on the decaying flesh of the creature and he would assume it to be true until the information was proven wrong by him or somebody else.

After pouring himself a cup of coffee, Bobby carried the scalding hot drink over to his "office area" which consisted of a messy desk in the corner of his living room surrounded by a ton of books. Placing the ceramic mug on the edge of the desk, he turned to his desktop computer and punched in all the information he was able to gather about the hunt from the tabloid. After thirty minutes of intensive researching, he felt like he had the name of the most viable person who was committing the killings…John H. K. Dephendorfer. Apparently, Mr. Dephendorfer had been a major trouble maker in life, and now he was causing problems in death as well after committing suicide in the local county jail.

Gathering together some gear for the hunt, Bobby made sure to grab a silver stake and place it in his duffel bag along with a few other necessities. He knew that there was a lot of lore out there on how to kill zombies, but most of it was total bullshit. The best sure fire way to kill any type of zombie was to stake it in its' coffin with either a silver stake or one made of wood from the hawthorn tree.

Hoisting his duffle over his shoulder, his eyes caught sight of a treasured picture he kept on the mantel over his fireplace. Walking over to pick up the picture, a single tear escaped from his eye and rolled silently down his cheek as he looked into the smiling faces of the Winchester boys. "Damned idjits, why'd you have to go and leave me?" He grumbled before placing it back on the mantle and striding out the door. It was time to take down another supernatural creature in the memory of Sam Winchester.

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Parking the Impala in the driveway of the place he called home now, Dean sighed a little despondently as he looked at the suburban house with the manicured lawn and all the trappings that the average person seemed to crave. Sure, he cared a lot about Lisa and Ben, maybe even loved them, but he just couldn't see living the rest of his life in the house in front of him. And he knew without a doubt that most people would be proud to call the place home, but to him, home would always be driving down the wide open highway in the Impala with his baby brother by his side.

Seeing the porch light come on, he glanced at the door to see Lisa standing there, watching him with concern evident in her eyes. He knew he was worrying her with his actions of late, but he just couldn't seem to help himself. Plastering on a smile that never really met his eyes, he pushed open the door of the car and climbed out from behind the wheel. It was time to play the happy homemaker again.

Making his way up the concrete pathway, he stopped by Lisa's side and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Sorry, I'm late Babe," he apologized as he wrapped an arm around her waist and led her back inside.

"It's okay Sugar. I've kept dinner hot for you, are you hungry? Lisa asked as she helped Dean take his jacket off and then hung it up on the hook beside the door.

"Yeah, I could eat a little something I guess." Dean answered before making his way over to the sofa where Ben sat working on his homework. "How's it going champ?"

"Okay I guess, I just don't understand this math problem." Ben answered, looking up at Dean as he tried to work out the algebraic problem on paper. He had just started taking basic algebra and was still trying to get the hang of how things worked.

"Well, let's see if I can help you." Dean said as he sat down beside the boy and looked the problem over. As he did, his mind couldn't help but drift back once again to another time and another place.

"Okay Sammy, the problem is simple enough. You just need to solve the equation of 4 x y + 7 = 19. So the problem is figuring out what number goes in the place of "y."

"Yeah, but how do I do that?" Sammy quizzed with a defeated look on his face. "I hate math."

"That's only because you're struggling with it." Dean stated as he placed a supportive hand on his sibling's shoulder. "If you look at the problem in a simpler way, it will help. What if I asked you what 19 - 7 equals."

"That's easy…12!" Sam told Dean with a smile.

"That's right. So now we have to figure what number to multiply with four to get the answer 12." Dean encouraged.

"That's an easy one too Dean, 4 x 3 = 12." Sammy voiced happily.

"So then let's put the number 3 into your equation and see if it works out." Dean told his baby brother as he ruffled his hair.

"Okay 4 x 3 = 12 + 7 = 19, so x is equal to 3." Sammy enunciated enthusiastically. "I did it Dean."

"Yeah you did Tiger." Dean cooed, wrapping his little brother into a tight hug.

"Well Dean, can you help me?" Ben asked inquisitively, drawing Dean's mind back to the present.

"Uh yeah." Dean responded and then 'walked' Ben through the steps to solve the problem before going to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore.

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"Okay Johnny, what do you think? Are you up to doing a little physical therapy today?" Dr. Alison Thomas asked as she walked into the room and over to her catatonic patient's bedside. She knew she wouldn't receive an answer, but she hoped that talking to her patient as if he were an active participant in the conversation would hopefully bring him around some day.

"No answer huh. Well, I'll take that as a yes then." Alison told her patient as she removed the blankets from her patient's sinewy legs and began to do the exercises that the physical therapist recommended to keep her patient's muscles from atrophying While doing the exercises, she began to carry on a one sided conversation.

"You know, I was talking to Janie Fletcher about you today Johnny. She is one of the best detectives we have here in the wonderful state of New Hampshire. She is determined to find out just who you really are and where you come from, and knowing her, she'll be just the one to do it." Alison rambled as she did the range of motion exercises on her patient's legs for a total of twenty repetitions before moving on to the next leg for another round of twenty repititions.

Replacing the blanket over Johnny's legs after finishing, Alison moved to the head of Sam's bed and pulled the sheet down to her patient's waist so that she could do some upper body therapy on her patient. Grasping his left arm, she bent it at the elbow and then gently pushed the arm back towards her patient's head. As she did, she couldn't help but notice the tattoo that adorned the left side of his broad chest once again. Running the fingers of one hand over the tattoo, she couldn't help but wonder if it was indeed for protection as she surmised earlier when talking to Janie.

She couldn't help but remember having seen the symbol, or one that was almost identical to it, in some of the horror fiction movies that she was such a fan of and the symbol was almost always used for some form of protection.

"Is that it Johnny, are you superstitious and wear the symbol for protection or are you just an avid fan of horror movies like me. Alison asked as she once again repeated the triceps stretch on her patient's left arm. Continuing with the physical therapy, she couldn't help but be intrigued by the patient who had become such a big part of her life.

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Sitting on the slab of rock as he stared out over the barren landscape, Sam sighed dejectedly as his eyes beheld nothing but sand and rock for miles around. He had been living in this hell for what seemed like forever and he wondered if he would ever escape it. Some days, the loneliness was so bad that he wanted to say the hell with it and just give up and die, but then something…or was it someone… always pulled him back. He tried to remember what his life was like before, but it was mostly a blank. He vaguely thought there was someone who had meant a great deal to him at one time, but he couldn't put a face or a name to that memory which caused him to wonder if his mind was playing tricks on him.

Wrapping his arms around his knees as he pulled them up to his chest, he scanned the arid terrain once again hoping to catch sight of something, anything to break through the boredom and loneliness of the prison he was living in. He could feel his sanity slipping with each and every day that he was alone, and he wondered how long it would be before his sanity would be completely gone. "Please." He uttered brokenly before closing his eyes and wishing for something to take away the desolation that his life now was.

Suddenly feeling a feather light touch of fingers to his temples just moments later, Sam thought that that time had arrived and he truly was losing his mind until he heard a soft voice whisper, "It is time for you to remember Samuel." He gasped as he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his brain just before vivid scenes began to play out in his mind like a movie reel.

"It's okay Sammy, I'm here and nothing's going to happen to you."

"Come on Sammy, you need to learn how to work the ball right if you're going to play soccer little dude."

"Nobody messes with my little brother."

"Hey kiddo, you need to get up and go get ready for the dance or Sarah Jean is going to be very disappointed." …"But Dad said I couldn't go Dean, he grounded me for messing up on the hunt. Remember?" … "Yeah, well Dad's an ass and what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"Okay Sammy, you're doing fine, just ease your foot down on the gas pedal a little more. That's it dude, just keep it up. You're doing great kiddo. Okay, now ease your foot off of the gas and start to slow down before using the brake. Make sure to put your turn signal on ahead of time.

"Whoa, it's just me, take it easy Tiger."

"Shhh, it's gonna be okay kiddo. I know you're hurting, but the grief will pass eventually."

"Dad told me something….something about you…..he said I'd have to kill you Sammy."

"If you walk out that door, don't you ever come back."

"It was always you….It had to be you….You didn't need the feather to fly Dumbo."

"You have to let me do this Dean, I have to be the one to put him back in the cage."

"SAAAMMMMY!"

"DEAN" Sam gasped aloud before his eyes rolled back in his head and the youngest Winchester passed out.

TBC I know The Effects of Vertigo is long overdue for an update and I hope to have that up by tomorrow for you. Sorry for the wait.