KaterinaPetrova-Winchester: Yay! This chapter hopefully is when things start getting a little more interesting! Thanks for your reviews!
Authors note: Hey Guys, sorry for the really long break before updating. I've been a little caught up in stuff, and only got one review anyway [sadface]... This chapter and on should start getting a little more into the season one Supernatural Storyline. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy and remember to leave a review even if you think it sucks! thanks!
10
I think I left out a little too much. Yes, the show was about two brothers who fought whatever went "bump-in-the-night", but the real story had more to do with their dad. The reason why they fought off the supernatural in the first place was because their father trained them to from their early childhood. After their mother's death, their father was bent on finding that demon responsible and went on this never ending quest, fighting off evil with his two sons in the meantime.
There was a period where Zach was apparently out of the picture, when he spent his time in college. When Dave came to get him to help find their father, Zach's longtime girlfriend had suffered the same fate as his mothers. He decided to join his brother, although his reasons were had more to do with revenge.
Which brings us here: Zach and Dave Savage. Two brothers who are looking for their dad, so that they could all kill off the evil demon that killed their mom, while still picking up where their father left off and saving people. One brother's life was revolved around looking out for the other. The other brother's life was plagued with visions and a mysterious path paved by an evil demon.
I seriously should have been a writer for this show or something.
"Well, damn it, what did he say?" Dave demanded to know about the phone call they received.
"He told us to meet him in some town in Colorado." Zach told him getting his coat on. "He gave me the name of a motel and then he just hung up."
"That's it?" Dave asked. "Just like that?"
"Just like that." Zach responded.
Dave put his jacket and shoes on, getting ready to go, while Zach got everything they brought together, and I followed them out. Zach and I waited in the car while Dave checked out of the motel. When Dave got in Zach turned to him.
"I think we should go to Bobby first." He said.
"No way," Dave replied.
"We could at least call him!" Zach suggested.
"Dad said he needs us to meet him somewhere, so we go now."
"I get it-"
"I said no, okay?" Dave barked. "We'll bring Dad back with us, and we can go to Bobby's then."
"Fine." Zach said.
Luckily Colorado isn't too far from Arizona and it didn't take a fraction of the time to get there as it took to get to Arizona from Bobby's. It was still a longer drive than I really wanted to sit through (Fourteen hours—No thank you). Everything was always so much quicker on TV.
John Savage wanted his sons to meet him somewhere in Boulder, Colorado, and after doing some research Zach realized there was a nest of vampires residing there.
"There have been strange deaths with victims who've been drained of blood, and blood missing from hospitals and blood banks over the past few weeks." Zach told us.
"Few weeks?" Dave asked. "How did they go so long unnoticed?"
"I think a hunter who lived there tried attacking and got killed or something." Zach explained. "I think that's why Dad's there. It must be a big nest if he needs us."
"I don't remember this," I told them.
"Yea, well you didn't remember the last one either." Dave pointed out.
"I know, but this one… I don't remember you guys ever fighting a nest off with your father."
"Well maybe you will," Dave said.
Zach shifted uneasily in his chair but kept quiet.
"What?" Dave asked picking up on his brother's movement.
"I didn't say anything." Zach replied.
For some reason this sparked a memory for me.
"You had a nightmare right?" I guessed.
"You what?" Dave asked.
Leaving something so important out frustrated Dave.
"Yea. You had a nightmare about this woman dying like how your mom and Jessica did." I continued.
"How did you know?" Zach looked at me like he was afraid of the fact that I was familiar with what was going on in his mind.
"I remember it." I replied. I turned to Dave. "See? He had a premonition, and it didn't have anything to do with vampires."
"Look, I'm sorry, but I'm trusting Dad on this one." Dave said. "When we get there, we'll let him know, and I'm sure he'll tell us something useful."
Which did end up happening.
When we finally reached Boulder we found the motel their father had told Zach about. The problem was they couldn't find his car anywhere in the lot.
"He told me he would use that old pick-up truck from Bobby's." Dave said nervously drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "Why isn't it here?"
"Maybe he's out." I suggested.
"Doing what? I thought he wanted us here to help him."
Dave's panicking stopped the moment he saw the tan pick-up truck pull into the motel. The man who dragged himself out of the car was their father, John Savage. They were both eager to leave before I stopped them.
"You're going to scare the pants off of him." I told them. "Why don't you just wait until he gets in the room, and then knock on his door?"
Dave turned around and gave me a look.
"Why?" He asked rhetorically. "Because I haven't seen him in almost an entire year, and call me mushy, but I think it's about time I say hello."
"Kay fine." I replied holding my hands up defensively.
The brothers both exited the car (leaving poor me behind) and approached their father who kind of just sank to his knees. There was blood on his hand. I pushed the passenger seat forward after messing around with some lever, and helped myself out of the car. I ran towards them as they tried bringing their father to his feet.
"I don't get it." Dave told me as I came nearer to them. "I thought he called us here to help him fight the nest."
Both Zach and Dave carried their father into the room he indicated was his own, and set him down on the bed.
"It's been a while," Zach said to his father who seemed to be fighting to stay awake.
"I gotta tell you," Dave said. "This ain't how I pictured our reunion."
"Yea," John wheezed. "This isn't how I pictured it either." He took his hand off his wound and it was soaked in blood. "Those damn bastards got me." He said.
"Cru," Dave said turning to me. "Can you get the stuff from the car, so we can clean this thing?" He asked referring to the wound.
I made a face he couldn't read, until his dad said something.
"Cru?" John asked. "Do you have another hunter with you or something?"
Dave just looked at Zach.
"Not quite." Zach said.
"Look, we'll tell you about it later." Dave said. "Zach, why don't you go grab the stuff?"
"Sure." Zach said getting up and making his way out the room. I decided to follow him out.
"Are you still worried that there's something else?" I asked as Zach dug around the trunk for the supplies.
"I don't think Dave would appreciate us talking about this." He replied.
"Screw Dave." I snapped, taking him aback. "I don't think we should be taking whatever you saw in your dream lightly."
Zach paused and dropped what was already in his hands back into the trunk and faced me.
"Do you remember anything else about this… episode?" He asked in hope.
"I don't." I replied sure to disappoint him. "I remember they live." I said once that image flashed in my brain.
"Well that's good, right?" Zach said growing more excited.
"Well, yea, but you're still not there with them right now. You're still with your dad, and you're apparently more focused on vampires. The only reason they live is because you guys save them. How are you supposed to save them if you're here?" I explained.
"Do you think you and me should just drive off together? We could go to the town right now, and save that woman. I'm sure Dave and my dad could deal with the rest by themselves." Zach said.
I shook my head vigorously.
"Slow down their, cowboy." I said. "You're going to need your family for this. You don't even know where this woman is, how are you supposed to save her?" I wondered.
"Well, I'm sure we could easily figure that out." Zach said, playing with the keys.
"So? What about killing this thing? If it is what we think it is, how do we know how to kill it? Or if we can kill it?" I argued.
"I'm sure if we can get it caught in some devil's trap we can exorcise it. We'd just have to-"
"Stop." I said. "If you exorcise the demon, it'll just find someone else to possess, and you know that. It's too powerful for a devil's trap."
Zach just looked down at the keys, and then began grabbing the things from the car again.
I was starting to remember this part. Zach ended up taking the Impala and driving off, trying to find this woman through a vague series of premonitions he received along the way. He wasn't very successful, and his very angry brother and father caught up with him, telling him what I was about to:
"I'm sorry, but you can't be the hero by yourself." I said.
"I wouldn't be," Zach said turning to me. "I've got you. And you are invisible and you can remember things that might help us."
"You need your family Zach." I said bluntly. "Not me."
He just stood there for a bit and then closed the trunk.
"You're useful." He said walking towards the room.
"I maybe useful," I said walking with him. "But I'm not a necessity."
He stopped and turned to me.
"I disagree." He said.
"That's flattering really-"
"If you weren't a necessity, then why did you of all people get transported here? How come they didn't get someone else who watched the show religiously to hop on the alternate universe train and save the day?"
"Do I look like I know the answer to that?"
"Even if you don't think you're a necessity, Ella, this universe did." Zach said making me sound rather heroic.
"I haven't done that much." I pointed out.
"What do you mean? Just now you kept me from making probably a really stupid decision." Zach said.
"Yea, but I'm pretty sure I just cut two episodes out of this season or something." I replied.
Zach only looked at me like I was just a kid who didn't understand "the difference one person could make", and then went back inside of the motel room, with me following after.
"What took so damn long?" Dave asked snatching the stuff from Zach's hands.
"Sorry!" I said. "My fault."
"Yea, I don't doubt that for a second." Dave said with a glare, cleaning up his father's wound.
"What was that?" John asked.
Dave made a face.
"Nothing, Dad. I didn't say anything." He quickly replied trying to save himself.
"Well once, you're done with this," John said. "There's something important I've got to show you boys."
"Dad, I think you should be resting." Zach said.
"I don't have time to be resting." John replied, already sitting up.
"Dad-" Dave tried.
"I'll be fine." John insisted.
Dave shook his head and bandaged up what appeared to be a knife wound on John's abdomen. John pulled down his shirt and made his way to the wall of photos and newspaper clippings he set up in order to track something down.
"Look here," He said pointing at a photo of an older man. "This was an old friend of mine who died here just last week. You know the story about that man who was murdered in his home?"
"Yea," Dave said. "We've heard of him before. We knew he was a hunter."
"Right, well I don't know if you followed up on anything else, but this is a vampire nest that we're dealing with." John continued.
"Yea, we know. We thought that's why you needed us here." Zach explained.
"For the most part I've dealt with the vampires, and I got what I wanted, but I need you boys here to help me with the rest." John said making his way to the mini bar. He pulled out a gun from his jacket and set it on the table in front of him.
"The colt!" I hollered making the brothers jump.
"What's it do?" Dave asked.
"It can kill anything evil." I replied.
"I'll get to that later." John said.
"Woops." I muttered.
Dave made a face at me, while Zach simply stared at the ground.
"But it was that hunter's that died here, and the vampires that killed him stole it."
"Now that you have it, what do you need us for?" Dave asked.
"The thing is these vampires that suddenly came to this town, I've come across them before." John said.
"And they got away?" Zach asked astonished something could—from his father at least.
"I let them get away." John replied. "And before you start questioning it, they weren't killers. I tried torturing them with my blood, but they wouldn't drink it. They didn't shed a single drop of human blood in that town. The reason I was there was because another hunter sent me there. He was caught up with other vamps out in Chicago, so he told me to deal with this nest. He was angry when he found out I let them go, but he was always more bent on revenge anyway." He explained. "When I came here and found that they were the ones that were doing the killing I had to find out why. There was no way that vampire that had been…sober…for the past century decided that they should stop their ways."
"So what did you find?" Dave wanted to know.
"Azazel." John replied.
"Who?"
"The demon who killed your mother." John said. "He is keeping the leader of their nest hostage."
"For the gun?" Zach guessed.
"Yes. Because this gun, can kill anything evil." John said.
"See?" I said with a grin.
"Which means it could kill this son of a bitch." Dave connected the dots.
"It's just a matter of getting to him before he can get to us." John added. "Now, I've followed him for a long time, and I've been able to pick up patterns, and I think I know where he is."
"Patterns, what kind of patterns?" Zach asked.
"He's moving from state to state, burning houses down, and going after families like he did ours." John told them.
"With infants?" Zach added.
"He goes after them on the night the kid is exactly six months old." John explained.
"How do you know he hasn't killed anyone there yet?" Dave said.
"Because a week before the fires, there's been signs in these areas. Signs like electrical storms or cattle dying, like the ones before your mother died." John explained.
Zach seemed so distanced all of a sudden, and just stared the ground.
"I've picked up these same signs in Iowa, and they started a few days ago, so we still have time, and it's not that far." John said.
Iowa was not that far from Colorado?
The brothers wasted no time in getting their father's things and setting them down in his pick-up truck. John insisted he could drive by himself despite the wound.
"You lead the way," Dave told him. "We'll follow you out."
We all took a seat in the Impala and immediately Zach turned to Dave.
"You heard him. I was six months old to the day when that thing came for Mom. Whatever happened to her and Jessica was because of me." He said.
"We don't know that for sure, Zach." Dave replied.
"Well it sure as hell feels like it!"
"For the last time, Zach, whatever happened to them wasn't your fault!"
"It might not have been, but it's my problem!"
"No, it's our problem." Dave said firmly.
"You don't need to be so upset," I told Zach. "You're supposed to go with your dad," I remembered. "I think this is where the woman is, and now you know how to kill the damn thing."
"Yea, well I hope we get there in time." Zach muttered.
"Look," Dave said "Its just Iowa. It's not even that far."
"Okay, you guys need a new definition of "not that far" because twelve hours is far." I told them lying down across the leather seats. "And it's already midnight which means we're going to be driving through out the whole night."
"What are you complaining for?" Dave wondered taking a glance back. "You've got three seats to spread out on."
"Whatever," I said closing my eyes. "Just wake me when we get there."
While I slept I had a dream of a bunch of flashing lights, that practically blinded me, and some screams here and there. I looked down and someone's arm was around mine. I knew I was dreaming because I saw myself in a dress I would never have been able to afford, and I'm sure my aunt and uncle wouldn't have paid for it either. I couldn't really see much else. Just lights flashing everywhere.