This is my first story, so please be nice. Tell me what you think! I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex) and I do not own any of the storylines.
Chapter 23
Alex grabbed two cups of coffee off of the counter from the café in Colorado.
"Thanks," she said to the girl behind the counter.
The girl smiled warmly, nodding towards Alex and Alex grabbed some sugar off of the counter to bring to the table that Sam and Dean were currently sitting at. She set down the other cup in front of Sam and handed him the sugar packet. He dumped it in his coffee and took a drink. Alex made a face and drank her black coffee. Sam went back to his computer and Dean set down the paper that he had been looking at.
"Nothing in the paper. You?" he asked Sam.
"Nothing that seems too bad. A man, Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home in Manning, Colorado," said Sam.
"Elkins? That sounds familiar," said Dean.
He took out his dad's journal and began flipping through it.
"There were also signs of robbery," said Sam as he continued reading.
"Here. Check this out."
Dean handed Sam their dad's journal.
"You think that it's the same Elkins?" asked Alex.
"Colorado area code," said Dean.
Alex shrugged.
"Worth checking out," said Sam.
Dean pushed open the door of Daniel Elkins' home and entered behind Alex and Sam. They slowly walked through the house and entered an office. The office had been completely torn up. The desk was flipped onto its side and papers were strewn all over the floor. Books were off of their shelves and thrown onto the floor. Sam knelt down by the desk and ran his fingers through a pure white substance on the floor.
"There's salt over here."
"To protect against demon slat or oops, I spilt the popcorn salt?" asked Dean.
"Clearly a ring. You think this guy Elkins was a player?" asked Sam.
"Definitely," said Alex.
She walked over to her brothers with a journal in her hand. It looked just like their father's.
"This dates all the way back to the sixties," said Dean, flipping through the pages.
"Well, let's keep moving," said Sam.
He stood up and followed his siblings into the living room. It was completely trashed, with glass lying all over the floor.
"Looks like he put up one hell of a fight," said Dean.
Alex cocked her head to the side as she noticed consistent spots on the floor.
"Got somethin'?" asked Sam.
He stood over her as she crouched down to the floor. She grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper off of the side table nearest her and put the paper down over the marks. She rubbed the pencil over the paper slowly.
"Looks like a message."
She handed the paper over to Sam.
"Four letters, six digits. The location and combination of a post office box. It's a mail drop."
Later that same day, Dean opened the drop box using the combination that Alex had found at the house. He took an envelope out of the box and brought it over to the car where Alex and Sam were waiting for him. He got in the car and handed the envelope over to Alex.
"J.W. Do you think it's John Winchester?" she asked quietly.
"I don't know. Should we open it?" asked Dean.
A knock sounded on Dean's window then and Dean looked out to see his father standing there.
"Dad?" asked Dean, his eyes wide.
John opened the door and climbed into the car, sitting next to Alex.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" asked Sam.
"I read the news about Daniel. I got here as fast as I could. I saw you at his place," answered John.
"Why didn't you come in, Dad?" asked Alex.
"Because I had to make sure you weren't followed by anyone or anything."
"So, you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?" questioned Sam.
"Yeah. He was a good man."
"You never mentioned him to us," said Sam.
"We had a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years. Can I see the letter?" asked John.
Alex nodded and quickly handed her father the envelope in her hands. He opened it and took out the letter inside, beginning to read. After a minute or two, John sighed deeply.
"When you searched his place, did you see a gun? A colt revolver?" asked John to his children.
"There was an old case, but it was empty," said Dean.
"They have it then. We've got to pick up the trail."
John got out of the car and spoke to Dean through Dean's open window.
"Wait. You want us to come with you?" asked Sam.
"If Elkins was telling the truth, then we have to find that gun," said John.
"Why?"
"Because it's important. That's why."
"What even killed Elkins?"
"Vampires."
"Vampires? I thought there was no such thing," said Dean.
Alex rolled her eyes.
"Please. Haven't you heard of the Twilight books?"
Sam laughed loudly and Dean chuckled.
"I thought they were extinct. I was wrong," said John.
Dean looked over at his siblings, shocked.
At the siblings' motel room later, a police radio sat on the table. Two people were speaking about an attack and John listened intently. Sam, Alex, and Dean were asleep. Dean was lying on one bed and Alex and Sam shared the other. Alex was curled under Sam's arm and his chin rested on the top of her head. John reached over and turned off the police radio then. He threw his jacket on and hit each of his kids on the leg to wake them.
"Wake up. Just got a police call."
Alex yawned and Dean groaned.
"What happened?" asked Sam.
"A couple called 911. They found a body in the street. Cops got there and everyone was missing. Vampires," explained John.
"How do you know?" asked Alex.
"Just follow me. Alright?"
Dean sighed and followed his family out the motel room door.
Sam was driving the Impala as they followed their Dad's truck. Dean was reading about vampires and Alex was listening intently to Dean.
"Their victims are kept alive for days, bleeding out. I wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple," asked Dean.
Alex made a disgusted face.
"That's nasty."
Dean nodded and continued looking through his information while Sam drove on in silence.
Later that night, the Winchester family hid in the bushes and watched as the head vampire let another vampire into their large hideout.
"Son of a bitch. They're really not afraid of the sun," said Dean.
"Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill 'em is by beheading," said John.
"So I guess walkin' right in isn't our best option," said Alex.
"Actually, that's the plan," said John.
Dean opened the Impala's trunk and handed Sam and Alex each a machete and also grabbed one for himself.
"Daddy, what's the deal with this colt gun?" asked Alex.
She blew a bubble with her gum as she waited for John to answer.
"It's just a story. A legend, really. Back in 1835, the same night those men died at the Alamo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun. He made it for a hunter. A man like us, only on horseback. Story goes, he made thirteen bullets. This hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. They say this gun can kill anything."
"Kill anything like supernatural anything?" asked Dean.
"Like the demon," said Sam.
"Yeah. Find the gun and we can kill it," said John.
Alex whistled lowly.
"Well, let's go then," said Dean.
The Winchesters entered the warehouse where the vampires lived through a large window. They stepped carefully and quietly through the very large warehouse, looking at the sleeping faces of each vampire. Sam saw a woman tied to a wooden pole. He began untying her bonds quickly but quietly. Dean found the other living humans in large metal cages. He began unlocking the cages and letting them out. The woman began stirring as Sam untied her. When she looked behind her and saw Sam, she screamed loudly.
"Run, kids!" yelled John as the rest of the vampires awoke suddenly.
Alex ran for the window that they had all entered through and quickly climbed out of it with Sam and Dean right behind her. They got to the top of the hill and caught their breath quickly.
"Where's Dad?" asked Dean.
Alex simply shrugged, her eyes wide. Suddenly, John came running up the hill.
"They won't follow until tonight. Once a vampire has your scent, it's for life."
"What do we do now?" asked Dean.
"Find the nearest funeral home, that's what," said John.
"Dead man's blood," whispered Sam.
John nodded slowly.
That night, Dean was working under the hood of his car on the side of the road. It was after midnight and the wind was the only sound Dean heard. He knew his family was hiding in the woods and he listened as footsteps approached.
"Need a lift?" asked one of the female vampires that had been in the warehouse earlier.
She had bright red hair and her eyes were a hazel color. Dean looked over at her and smiled.
"I'll pass."
Her smile faltered slightly and she roughly grabbed Dean's chin in her hand. Her long nails scratched his chin.
"You know, we could have some fun," she said.
She held Dean's chin and kissed him forcefully, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Dean stood very still and when she finished, she let go of his chin and smiled at him. Dean smiled too as an arrow was suddenly shot through the vampire standing in front of him. She looked down at the arrow through her chest and passed out, falling to the ground. John, Sam, and Alex emerged from the woods and looked down at the vampire unconscious on the ground. Dean reached down and picked up the girl in his arms.
"Load her up," said John.
Dean nodded and set her down gently in the trunk of the Impala, slamming it closed.
John set fire to the roots that he had obtained to block their scents. The fire blazed high as all of the Winchesters stood around it.
"You sure they'll come for her?" asked Sam, nodding to the Impala's trunk where the girl lay.
"Vampires mate for life. When that fire burns out, I want you out of here. I'll take care of this myself," said John, his eyes never leaving the bright, burning orange flames.
"You can't keep treating us like children," said Sam.
"You are my children. I'm trying to keep you safe."
"With all due respect, that's bullshit," said Dean sternly.
John finally looked over at his kids.
"Look. Your mother's death almost killed me. I won't watch my children die. I won't."
"What happens if you die?" asked Alex quietly.
John looked away from them and said nothing.
"We're stronger as a family," said Dean.
"You do your job and get out. That's an order," said John.
He walked away from the fire and Sam sighed, running a hand over his face.
Dean, Alex, and Sam entered the warehouse quietly. Dean cut the head off of the lone vampire that was there. He followed his sister and brother to the cages where the humans were. He began unlocking the cages.
"Hurry up, Dean! We've got to go and help Dad!" yelled Alex.
Dean, Sam, and Alex ran through the woods and got to the edge of the road just in time to see their father get attacked. Vampires rushed toward John and Dean shot an arrow at one of them. The girl fell to the ground, an arrow sticking out of her chest. The siblings ran onto the road with Sam holding his machete and Dean shooting in every direction. Alex pulled out an arrow and aimed for a vampire when suddenly, the head vampire grabbed her by the arm. He spun her into his chest and held her tightly around the neck. His face showed fear and anger and Alex struggled against his hold. Alex moaned in pain as he held onto her neck even tighter. Dean and Sam aimed their weapons at him.
"I'll snap her neck. Put the machete down," threatened the head vampire.
Sam didn't put down his machete and the vampire tightened his hold on Alex's neck even further, causing her to begin gasping for air. The vampire also held a knife in his other free hand. He brought it up to Alex's cheek and slightly cut her cheek, causing Alex to whimper in pain. Dean held up his hand then and the vampire looked over at him. Dean hit Sam on the arm and Sam set his machete down on the pavement.
"You people. Why can't you just leave us alone? We have as much right to live as you do," yelled the vampire.
Alex continued gasping for breath as the vampire got angrier and unconsciously tightened his hold around her neck.
"I don't think so," said a deep, threatening voice from behind the vampire.
The vampire turned around then, still holding Alex, and he faced John. John shot the vampire in the head with the colt. The vampire fell to the ground, dead. Blood spattered all over Alex. She grabbed her neck and gently massaged it, coughing. She walked over to Sam and Dean. Sam pulled her into him and looked at her cheek, which was still bleeding. Alex ignored the sting from the cut and looked at the dead head vampire lying on the ground. The remaining vampires ran off into the woods.
Sam, Dean, and Alex were packing their bags when their father entered their motel room. He shut the door behind him and sat on Dean's bed. Sam and Alex sat on their bed and Dean sat beside John.
"You disobeyed a direct order back there," said John.
"Yes, sir," said Sam, nodding once, a very curt nod.
"I mean, Alex was almost killed!"
Dean hung his head and Sam looked over at his dad. Alex nodded solemnly.
"But you were right. We're stronger as a family. We'll take on this demon together."
John smiled at his kids and they smiled warmly back.
"Now, come on. We're wastin' daylight."
John grabbed Alex's duffel bag and led her out to his truck. Sam and Dean followed with their bags slung over their shoulders. John climbed into his truck while Sam, Dean, and Alex climbed into Dean's Impala and followed their Dad down the long highway to their next job.
John Winchester sat at a table in his new motel room. Sam sat next to him and Dean sat across from him. Sam looked over at Alex, who was asleep on the bed. Her neck still held large finger marks from the vampire's hold that happened yesterday. Her cheek was looking better, but the small cut still remained. She had a blanket covering her and she looked peaceful as she was asleep. Sam looked back down at the table, which was strewn with papers. There were also papers taped and tacked onto the walls. Sam's laptop was open on the table next to Dean's elbow.
"This is all I know," began John.
"About a year ago, I picked up a trail."
"That's when you took off," said Dean.
John nodded.
"The demon must've come out of hiding."
"What's this trail you found?" asked Dean.
"Starts in Arizona. New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's targeting families. Just like it went after us."
"Families with infants?" asked Sam.
"Yes. The night of the kids six month birthday," answered John.
"Alex and I were six months old that night?" asked Sam.
"Exactly six months," said John, nodding slowly.
"So, basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason. Same way it came for Sam," stated Dean.
John said nothing and looked out the window.
"Mom's death, Jessica. It's all because of me?" asked Sam.
"We don't know that, Sam," said Dean.
"Oh, really? I'd say we're pretty fuckin' sure, Dean. What about Alex? Is she responsible for Mom's death, too?" asked Sam, his voice rising.
Alex stirred on the bed and Dean looked over at her.
"Sam, shut up. What happened to them is not your fault," said Dean.
"You're right, but it's my problem!"
"No, it's our problem," said Dean.
John stood up then.
"Alright, that's enough. Your sister is trying to sleep. From what I can tell, she hasn't slept in days, maybe even weeks. Is that true?" asked John.
Dean nodded sadly and slowly.
"She's always worrying about us. You know how she is," said Sam.
"Yes, I do. Now, both of you need to shut up so that she can get some sleep. Got it?"
"Yes, sir," said Sam and Dean at the same time.
"Good."
John nodded as well.
"What does it want?" asked Dean.
"I wish I had more answers, I really do. I've always been one step behind it. I've never gotten there in time to save…"
John trailed off sadly.
"So, how do we stop it?" asked Dean.
"There's a pattern. Signs pop up days before the fires. Cattle deaths, electrical storms. So, then I went back and checked."
"These things happened in Lawrence," said Dean.
John nodded.
"And now, the signs are starting again in Salvation, Iowa."
"Well, let's get going then," said Dean.
He stood up and grabbed his coat. John followed him and they began loading equipment in the Impala while Sam woke up Alex.
"Alex, you have to get up. We have a job to do."
Alex groaned and rolled over.
"Please don't make this difficult. I promise, you can sleep in the car. Just please get up," pleaded Sam.
Alex groaned, but stood up and put on her tennis shoes and her jacket.
"Thank you," said Sam.
Alex nodded tiredly and followed him over to the Impala. She immediately curled back up in the backseat and fell asleep once more.
Dean passed the "Welcome to Iowa!" sign only a few hours later and he watched as his father pulled over on the side of the road. Dean followed John's lead and pulled over as well.
"What is it?" asked Dean, getting out of the car and walking over to his Dad's truck with Sam and Alex walking directly beside him.
"I just got a call from Caleb," said John.
"Is he alright?" asked Sam.
"He's fine. But Jim Murphy is dead."
Alex gasped.
"Pastor Jim?" asked Sam.
John nodded grimly.
"How?" asked Alex.
"Throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place."
"A demon?" asked Alex.
John nodded.
"What do you want to do?" asked Dean.
"Make every second count. We split up and cover more ground. There are two hospitals in this county. I want records of every infant that'll be six months in the next week."
"Dad, that could be dozens of kids," said Alex.
"How will we know which one's the right one?"
"Check 'em all, that's how," said John.
Dean nodded and headed back for the car, but John paused as he opened his car door.
"Dad?" asked Sam.
"It's just… Jim."
John looked over at them.
"This ends now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes."
John got back into his truck and waited for his kids to get in the Impala before starting up his car and driving away, the Impala right behind.
Sam sat in the library at a table with Alex. They were copying down the names of the infants who would be six months old within the next week. Alex shook her hand out as it began cramping up.
"My hand's cramping," she complained.
"I'm sorry," said Sam, laughing at her.
"Shut up. Jerk."
Alex hit him on the arm with her free hand and Sam rubbed his arm while Alex smiled triumphantly.
A few hours later, Sam and Alex left the library with Sam looking through his small notebook with the names written in it. Alex winced as pain shot through her head and Sam suddenly began to breathe heavily, holding his hands to his temple.
"Sam?"
Alex grabbed his hands from his face.
"Sammy, look at me."
Sam kept his eyes closed.
"Sam, what do you see?"
Sam opened his eyes, looking up at her.
"We have to go. I saw a woman with a baby. The demon is coming for her," said Sam.
Sam and Alex were walking down a sidewalk when they saw a woman who was stopped a few feet in front of them. A stroller was in front of her.
"Hi," said Sam as he and Alex approached.
The woman smiled over at them. Alex took a look at the baby in the stroller. It was a little girl and the baby looked at Alex intently.
"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?" asked Alex.
"Yes," said the woman.
She looked up at Alex and Sam.
"Are you two together?"
Alex looked over at Sam and nodded, smiling warmly. She intertwined their fingers together and Sam squeezed her hand.
"I'm sorry. We're being rude. I'm Alex and this is my long-time boyfriend, Sam. We just moved in up the block."
"Oh, hello. I'm Monica and my baby is Rosie."
"Hi, Rosie," said Sam, smiling down at the baby.
"She's such a good baby," said Alex.
"I know. She never cries. She just stares at people. I swear that she can read your mind," said Monica.
"How old is Rosie?" asked Sam.
"She's six months today."
Alex looked over at Sam, who was looking down at Rosie sadly. She squeezed his hand gently once more like earlier.
"Well, we've got to get going, but take care of yourself, Monica," said Alex.
"You, too!"
Alex led Sam away from Monica and Rosie and they both watched as Monica and Rosie walked up their driveway to their open one-car garage where Monica's husband was waiting for them. Her husband picked up and held Rosie and pulled Monica into his side, kissing her temple. Alex felt a jolt of pain and Sam dropped Alex's hand, put his hands to his temple, closed his eyes, and scrunched up his forehead.
"Sam, are you okay?" asked Alex, hiding her own pain from Sam.
After a few more seconds, Sam finally relaxed.
"I'm fine. Let's get out of here."
Alex nodded and followed Sam further down the sidewalk.
John and Dean were sitting on one motel room bed while Sam and Alex sat down at the table.
"A vision," stated John.
Sam sighed once more.
"Yes. I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling."
"And you think that it's the woman you met because…"
"Because these things happen exactly the way that I see them," said Sam.
"It started out as nightmares. Then he started havin' em while he was awake," said Dean, getting up and walking over to the sink to make a pot of black coffee.
"When were you going to tell me about all of this? And do you have them too, Alex?" asked John.
"No," lied Alex quickly.
"I don't know when we were going to tell you," sighed Dean.
"Somethin' like this starts happenin' to your brother, you pick up the damn phone and call me," scolded John.
"Call you? Are you kiddin' me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence. Sam called you when I was fuckin' dying. I got a better chance of winning the fuckin' lottery," said Dean.
"You're right. I'm sorry," said John, hanging his head.
"Alright. So, the demon is coming tonight and this family is going to go through the same exact hell that we went through," said Alex.
"No, they're not. No one is," vowed John, his face suddenly very serious.
Sam's cell phone rang then and Alex reached out and grabbed it before he could. She flipped it open and held it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Alex?" asked another voice.
Alex's brow furrowed.
"Who is this?" asked Alex.
"Think real hard. It'll come to you," said the voice on the other end of the call.
Alex looked up at Sam, biting her lip nervously. Sam's forehead scrunched up with confusion as Dean and John stood up to stand next to Alex at the table.
"Meg. Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window," answered Alex.
"Yes, thanks to you and your siblings. That really hurt my feelings by the way," replied Meg.
"Just your feelings? That was a seven story drop."
"Let me speak to your father."
Alex looked up and over at John.
"I don't know where my dad is," lied Alex.
"It's time for the adults to talk, Alex. Let me speak to him now."
Alex looked over at John and finally handed him the phone. John held it up to his ear and turned his back on his children.
"This is John Winchester."
"Howdy, John. I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your kids. I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood."
John paused then.
"Well, that was yesterday. Today I'm in Lincoln, visiting an old friend of yours. He wants to say hi."
"John. Whatever they do, don't give…"
"Caleb?" asked John, his eyes widening.
Sam, Alex, and Dean all looked over at their father.
"We know you have the Colt, John."
"I don't know what you're talkin' about."
Suddenly, John heard someone gasping for breath over the phone.
"That's Caleb dying. We know you have the gun."
"I'm going to kill you all, do you fuckin' realize that?" said John to Meg through his gritted teeth.
"Your friends will all die unless you give us that gun," said Meg.
"Alright."
John hung up the cell phone.
"What do we do?" asked Dean.
"I'm goin' to Lincoln," said John.
He threw the cell phone at Sam, who caught it with one hand.
"Dad, the demon is coming tonight," said Sam.
"We're going to give Meg a fake gun. I just need to buy a few hours' time," explained John.
"For Sam, Dean, and myself, you mean," said Alex.
The boys turned to look at her.
"You want us to stay here and kill this demon by ourselves."
"No, Alex. I want to stop losing people we love. I want Sam to go to school. I want you and Dean to have a home. I want Mary alive. I just want this to be over," said John.
Alex nodded in understanding.
Dean pulled up behind his dad's truck on an old dirt road by railroad tracks. He got out of the car and handed the fake gun over to John.
"You know this is a trap, don't you?" asked Dean.
"I can handle it," said John.
He took the gun out of Dean's hand. John stuck it in his waistband and looked over at Dean.
"Finish this tonight."
John handed the Colt over to Dean and got back into his truck, driving away.
Sam, Alex, and Dean were sitting in the Impala that night outside of Monica's house. The Colt was lying on the backseat next to Sam's thigh.
"Maybe we can tell 'em there's a gas leak," suggested Sam.
"How many times has that worked for us?" asked Dean.
Sam nodded sadly and turned his attention back over to the nursery window.
"We could tell 'em the truth," suggested Alex.
Sam and Dean looked over at her, their eyebrows raised.
"Nah," they all said together in unison.
They turned their attention back to the window and looked for any odd signs.
"Hey. I wanted to tell you that I love you guys," said Alex.
Sam smiled warmly.
"We love you, too, baby sis," replied Dean.
They all sat in silence for a few more minutes until Sam heard a few strange noises coming from the radio. The leaves began blowing around the lawn and the streetlights flickered repeatedly.
"It's coming," said Alex.
She quickly followed her brothers out of their car and they all ran up to the front door. Dean quietly picked the front lock and walked inside, only to be attacked by Monica's husband.
"Monica! Get the baby!" he yelled up the stairs.
"No! Don't!" yelled Sam.
He ran up the stairs two at a time. Dean punched the husband in the face, knocking him out cold while Alex waited in the middle of the living room for Sam to return.
Sam ran into Rosie's room to see Monica being pushed up the wall by a shadowy figure with his back to Sam. The figure then turned to Sam and Sam aimed the gun at it, shooting. It disappeared and Monica fell to the floor.
"Where the hell did it go?" whispered Sam to himself, glancing around quickly.
Monica looked at him and began screaming. Sam helped her stand up and Dean ran into the room, rushing over to the crib. Sam led Monica quickly out of the room and Dean grabbed Rosie from her small white crib, rushing out of the room as it suddenly burst into flames. Sam and Dean met Alex on the front lawn. They stood with her as Monica ran over to her husband with Rosie now in her arms. Sam and Alex turned around and looked at the house that was now burning down in flames and they both saw a dark figure standing in the window.
"It's still in there," whispered Alex.
Sam ran forward, but Dean yanked him back.
"Rushing into that house is suicide!" yelled Alex.
"I don't care," said Sam.
"I do!" said Dean.
He looked at Sam and then he turned back to the house.
Dean sat at the table back in their motel room, trying to reach John later that night.
"Come on, Dad. Answer your phone."
When it went straight to voicemail, Dean hit the end button.
"Somethin's wrong."
Dean looked over at Alex and Sam, who said nothing.
"Did you hear me?" asked Dean.
Alex nodded.
"If you had let me go back, I could've ended it," said Sam.
"I'm not going to let you sacrifice yourself to kill this thing," said Dean.
"This thing killed Jess. And it killed Mom."
"They're gone and they're never coming back," said Dean.
Sam suddenly stood up and shoved Dean into the wall.
"Don't say that," said Sam.
"Sam, stop," said Alex.
Sam looked over at Alex, who was crying softly. He then let go of Dean.
"You two are all I have left. And Dad. Please don't fight," said Alex.
Sam nodded once, a curt nod, and then he turned away from his brother.
"Dad should've called by now. Try him again," said Sam.
Dean dialed their father's number once more.
"You really screwed up this time," said Meg on the other end of the call.
"Where is he?" growled Dean.
Sam and Alex looked up at him.
"You're never going to see your father again."
Dean looked at Sam, who tilted his head to the side with confusion. Dean hung up the phone.
"They've got Dad."
"Meg?" asked Sam.
Dean nodded.
"What'd she say?" asked Alex.
"I just told you," said Dean.
He picked up the Colt and stuck it into his waistband.
"What are you doing?" asked Sam.
"We've got to go."
Dean put on his leather jacket.
"We're leaving. Now."
"Dean, we need help. Demons won't leave a trail," said Alex.
Dean sighed and rubbed a hand across his face.
"You're right."
"Bobby," said Sam, snapping his fingers.
Dean nodded and finally headed out the door of the motel room.
Dean pulled his car into Bobby Singer's driveway early the very next morning. He turned his car off after placing it into park and Alex rushed out of the car and up the rickety front porch steps. She pushed the front door open and ran into the house. A middle aged man stood in the middle of the room looking at Alex. He smiled warmly and Alex ran into his arms.
"Bobby!"
"Hey, honey."
He kissed the top of her head and looked at Sam and Dean as they entered the house right after Alex.
"Hey, boys. Let's get to work."
The boys nodded and Bobby let go of Alex to follow the boys into the den where they began looking for where their father could be.
Dean was talking to Bobby while Sam flipped through the pages of a large book. He sighed and threw it on top of the rest of the open books that were strewn across the table. He glanced at Alex, who was asleep on the couch with a fleece blanket thrown over her petite frame. He picked up a new book and began looking through it.
"I'm glad you came. We have to get John back," said Bobby to Dean.
"I've never seen anything like this book," said Sam.
Dean and Bobby walked over to peer over Sam's shoulder at the book that he was holding.
"Do these protective circles really work?" asked Dean.
"Hell yeah. You get a demon in one and they're trapped. Powerless," said Bobby.
He leaned in closer to the book when the front door suddenly burst open. Meg sauntered into the room, an evil smirk on her face.
"No more shit, alright?"
Dean walked up to her and Meg flung him against the wall, knocking him unconscious. Alex was instantly startled awake and sat up on the couch. Sam and Bobby stood in front of the couch, protecting her.
"Give me the Colt, Sam. Right now."
"We don't have it on us. We buried it," said Sam.
"Didn't I say no more bullshit?"
Meg stepped closer to them and they stopped at the edge of the couch.
"Did you think I wouldn't find you?" asked Meg.
She smirked and Dean stood behind her.
"Actually, we were counting on it."
Meg turned around and followed his gaze to the ceiling where a protective circle was painted. Her triumphant smirk faded and Dean smiled.
Meg was tied to a chair as the siblings looked at her with disgust.
"I salted all the doors and windows. Nothing's getting' in," said Bobby as he returned to the room.
Dean stood up from his seat on the couch armrest and stood in front of Meg.
"Where's our father, Meg?" he asked.
"You didn't ask very nicely," said Meg.
"Where's our father, bitch?"
"Geez, you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, I forgot. You don't."
Meg smirked and Dean got right in her face.
"You think this is a fuckin' game? Where is he? What did you do to him?"
"He died screaming. I killed him myself."
Meg smirked again and Dean hit her across the face, her head flying to the side.
"Dean, come here," said Bobby.
Dean walked over to him.
"You've got to be careful with her. That's a normal girl that's possessed."
Dean nodded and looked to Sam for the exorcism book. Alex handed it to Sam and Dean nodded. He walked back over to Meg.
"Hit it, Sam."
Sam began reading the exorcism and Alex sat next to him, watching.
"Where is he?" yelled Dean over Sam's reading of the exorcism.
"A building in Jefferson City. That's all I know, I swear!" yelled Meg.
Sam quit reading the exorcism and Dean looked over at him.
"Finish it, Sam."
"You're going to kill her. You said she fell from a building. Her body's broken. The only thing keepin' her alive is the demon inside of her," said Bobby.
"We'll put her out of her misery."
Sam finished the reading with a large, sad sigh and then a large cloud of black smoke burst from Meg's mouth. It disappeared through the fireplace and Dean and Sam untied Meg as Alex quickly dialed 911. The boys picked her up gently and laid her down onto the couch. Blood came out of her mouth and nose as Bobby rushed in with blankets and a glass of water. Meg said nothing and her eyes slowly closed.
"I think that she's dead," whispered Alex.
Sam nodded grimly.
"Y'all better get out of here. Go find your dad."
Alex hugged Bobby tightly and followed her brothers out the front door to their Impala.
The siblings were back at a railroad track, Sam looking through Bobby's book. He took out a white colored pencil and began drawing symbols on the trunk of the car.
"What the fuck are you drawin' on my car?" asked Dean angrily, walking over to Sam.
"It's called a Devil's Trap. Demons can't get through it or inside it," said Sam.
"So?"
"Basically, it turns this trunk into a lock box."
Sam walked over to the other side then and began drawing the symbols once more while Alex and Dean inspected the first one.
"So?" asked Dean once more.
"So, now we have a place to hide the Colt while we go and get Dad," said Alex.
"What are you talkin' about? We're bringin' the Colt with us," said Dean.
"We've only got three bullets left. We've got to use 'em on the demon," said Sam.
He closed the book and looked over at Alex and Dean.
"We need all the help we can get," said Dean.
"Dad would be pissed."
"I don't care! I don't care what Dad wants," said Dean.
Alex scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"You pulled me and Sam out of our lives to find Dad. We just want to finish it," said Alex.
Dean looked up at them.
"Fine."
He took the Colt out of his jacket pocket and threw it into the trunk.
Each sibling had a backpack on as they walked into the building Meg had said that their Dad was being held in.
"How do we get in?" asked Dean.
"Pull the fire alarm. Then we have exactly…" said Alex, trailing off.
"Seven minutes," finished Sam.
Sam snuck into the apartment building first and pulled the fire alarm. Water poured from the sprinklers and lights flashed as Sam waited for his siblings.
Dean and Alex approached a fireman.
"What's happening? Is it a fire?" asked Dean.
"Yes, please stay back," said the fireman.
"We've got a Yorkie upstairs who pees when he's nervous," said Alex, biting her lip nervously.
The fireman led them away and Sam watched them leave before walking to the back of the fire truck and breaking into it.
Sam, Alex, and Dean entered the apartment building in firemen gear. Dean had his EMF meter out and he was holding it up to every door to check for the supernatural. As they passed apartment 34B, the EMF went off and Dean stuck it back into his pocket to knock on the door hard.
"We need you to evacuate. This is the fire department," said Dean.
When the door was unlocked and it was also opened a tiny amount, the siblings rushed in quickly and sprayed the two demons in the room with holy water. Then they threw them into the closet and salted the closet door. The siblings took off their firemen uniforms and cautiously opened the only bedroom door. Their father was lying on the only bed in the room, unmoving. Dean ran over to his side as Alex turned away, crying. Dean leaned over to listen to his father's chest.
"He's breathing."
All three siblings breathed a sigh of relief. Dean took out his knife and began to cut his father loose from his tight bonds. Alex ran over to her father's other side.
"Dad? Wake up," said Alex.
John's eyes opened slowly and he sighed in relief as he saw all three of his children.
"Where's the Colt?" he asked hoarsely.
"It's safe," said Dean.
Sam and Dean helped John sit up slowly and they positioned him between them so that they could help carry him out of the apartment building. They were all walking toward the front door in the living room when the door suddenly burst open. Two demons walked in, their eyes pitch black.
"Go back," said Alex.
They quickly hurried back into the bedroom and slammed and locked the bedroom door. They heard a chopping noise as the door began to be cut down with an ax. Sam opened the window where the fire escape led to a back alley. Alex climbed out first, followed by John and then her brothers. They salted the window ledge. They quickly climbed down the fire escape stairs and Alex and Dean sat John against the side of the building. Sam walked forward and out into the street when he was suddenly tackled by a demon. The demon had driven the Impala into the alley. The demon sat on Sam's chest and began punching Sam in the face repeatedly, Sam's head flinging to the side every single time that he was punched. Dean ran over to pull the demon off of Sam, but he was flung onto the Impala's hood and the demon returned to punching Sam repeatedly in the face. Alex saw that Dean was slow to get up and Sam was bleeding profusely so she ran over to the trunk and threw it open. She grabbed the Colt and aimed it at the demon. The demon fell to the ground as her shot rang out, a bullet hole straight through his forehead. Alex stuck the Colt in her waistband and walked around to the front of the Impala. She helped Sam stand up and Dean joined them.
"Let's get out of here," said John.
The boys walked over to help him stand up as Alex looked on.
The Winchesters were back at Bobby's house later that same night, John sleeping soundly and peacefully in a back bedroom. The siblings were all in the kitchen. Dean and Sam sat at the table while Alex sat on the edge of the counter, her legs dangling off of the edge.
"How do you feel?" asked Alex, looking over to Sam.
"Fine."
He smiled warmly and she smiled back.
"Your eye seriously looks like shit, though," said Dean.
Alex laughed and Sam threw a small dish towel at Dean's face. Alex hopped off the counter and leaned against the counter as John entered the kitchen.
"You did well today," he said, looking at each of them.
He looked down at his feet and Alex tilted her head to the side in confusion. When John looked back up at his children, his eyes were yellow and an evil smirk played across his lips. Alex gasped, John smirked, and the three siblings flew violently into the wall.
"I'm going to kill you!" said Sam, struggling against the invisible hold.
"Well, your dad's in here with me. He says howdy, by the way," said the demon.
"Let him go!" yelled Alex.
John sauntered over to her.
"You know the two demons you killed today? Those were my kids. How would you feel if I killed your family?"
The demon smiled evilly.
"Oh. That's right. I already did."
"I want to know why. Why'd you kill them?" asked Sam.
The demon looked over at him and then his gaze glanced between Alex and Dean.
"You know, Sam was going to propose to Jess. She got in the way of my plan for you, Sammy."
The demon looked over at Sam, smirking. Dean suddenly began screaming in pain, his shirt being soaked with blood from the wounds being put into his chest. Blood poured out of his mouth before Dean slumped to the ground against the wall. Sam and Alex fell to the ground as well and the demon looked over at all of them. Alex held the Colt in her hands and had it pointed over at John.
"You shoot me, you kill Daddy," taunted the demon.
"I know."
Alex shot John's knee and he fell to the ground, clutching his knee and moaning with immense pain. Sam rushed over to Dean as Alex ran over to John.
Sam was driving the Impala, John was in the passenger seat, and Dean and Alex sat in the back. John moaned in pain and Sam looked at him.
"Dad, hold on. The hospital's just ten minutes away," said Sam.
He stepped on the gas pedal and barreled through a four way stop. Sam glanced at his dad for a second just as Alex yelled.
"Sam, stop!"
A semi-truck suddenly rammed into their Impala, pushing it over to the shoulder of the road. It rolled over, but stopped right side up. Everyone fell into unconsciousness as the truck driver's eyes turned pitch black and he grinned evilly.