A/N: Hey guys thanks for all the love with yesterday's chapter! I'm not sure if I'll be able to get the next one out tomorrow though.. These next couple of days are going to be super crazy for me! But thanks for all the follows, favs, and thanks for the guest review! ^-^ Much luv everyone and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
When Dean awoke the next day, Cas was standing over him.
It honestly shouldn't have surprised him, but Dean was having a nightmare about Yellow Eyes, so when he saw a silhouette of a man in his room, he freaked out a little.
His first instinct was to throw a knife stashed under his pillow.
There was no reply from the man when his knife hit it's mark, but Dean did see them pull the knife from their shoulder.
Squinting and letting his eyes get accustomed to the lighting, he finally realized it was Cas.
"Jesus Cas. How many times did I tell you to not watch me sleep." Dean grumbled as he sat up fully and rubbed his face from sleep.
"Er. I'm sorry Dean." He said as he handed back the knife.
Dean took one glance at his sharpened throwing knife, before he put it back under his pillow, where it belonged.
"My fault. Is there a hole in your coat now?" Dean asked as he stretched, while Cas inspected the "injury."
"A little one." Castiel replied, before he looked back at Dean.
"I got rid of the body last night." Cas said, and Dean opened his mouth to reply, when Mary called to him from downstairs. Dean was tempted to just shout "leave me alone" when he knew Mary doesn't take shit like that. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance, and Cas almost felt like laughing.
It wasn't everyday he'd see someone controlling the "untamable" Dean Winchester.
"Look, just wait here or something. I'll go grab breakfast and eat it here." Dean said before he walked out of his room, but made sure to not disturb the salt lines when he closed his door behind him.
As he made his way down the stairs, he heard Sam also leaving his room behind him, and he decided to speed up his way down the stairs so he didn't have to deal with Sam's emotions and feelings.
When he found Mary and John, they were sitting at the dining table, but everything seemed.. Grim in a way. As if someone came in and sucked out all the comfortable atmosphere. Dean quirked his lip slightly in discomfort, but went over to his parents anyway.
"So what's the occasion?" He tried to joke, but his humor didn't seem to spark a thing. Mary and John fixed their gazes on him, and Dean heard Sam walking in. Although, the younger brother seemed reluctant.
"Dean, it's time to chat." Mary said, and nodded at the other chair across from them at the table. The teen frowned, and paused.
"I'd rather not, thanks though." He said, not even trying to hint.
"Not an option, son." John said, his eyes narrowed at his eldest, and Dean met his gaze evenly.
"You think I'm going to listen to every order you bark out, John? Just because you sent me to military school, doesn't mean I'm a good soldier now. In fact, you sent me to a school for "troubled teens." It means it's a school for those that can't learn. Yet, I used to be a straight A student before you even sent me, so I was good without the damn special school." Dean narrowed his eyes.
"You should've worked on your parenting skills instead." He sent bitterly at them, and John growled and stood while Mary stared at Dean in shock.
All this time, Mary was trying to toughen up, and not cry every time Dean sent an insult, but even now her eyes were starting to fill with tears.
"D-Dean-" She tried but John was already barking things at their eldest.
"Just because you have a sharp tongue, Dean, does not mean you can backtalk your mother and I! We are concerned for you, so stop acting like you've got a stick up your ass!" John snapped, and Mary grabbed John's hand to silence him.
"Watch me." Dean stared darkly at John, before he whirled around and ignored John's shouts that trailed him all the way back to his room.
When he reached it, he slammed the door hard, salt be damned, he didn't care right now.
He turned to see Cas standing there, calmly while Sam stood beside him, crying.
"Cas what the hell happened?" Dean demanded, standing there and staring as he tried to get over his anger as quickly as possible so he could help his brother.
"He heard you all arguing so he ran upstairs and meant to go to his room but instead went to yours. He found me here and just started hugging me." Castiel reported and Dean frowned.
"Well then." He grunted, and went to Sam's side.
"Seriously Sammy, this isn't how a fourteen year old acts." Dean sighed as he patted Sam's head and the other turned to him, his eyes bright and red.
"D-Do you act like an eighteen year old?" He asked quietly, and Dean just stayed silent and sadly patted his head.
Soon, Sam was hugging Dean tightly, who was close to tearing up again.
"Dean you don't need to protect us.. We just want you back." Sam said quietly, and Dean was tempted by his words until he remembered Yellow Eyes. He could never let that bastard reach his family.
"I can't just do that Sam. There's a ton of shit in this world that would kill you in a heartbeat. I'm not gonna let that happen though." Dean swore as he made Sam look at him in the eye.
"But that also means I have to leave soon." He said, and made sure his voice remained strong.
"B-But Dean... you just came back." Sam's lip curled as more sobs came on, and Dean rubbed a tear from his cheek. He was seeing De'ja vu from yesterday all over again.
"I'll visit time to time, but I promise you'll be safe with me gone." He said, before he stood and looked at Cas.
"We should leave sooner than we thought." He said, but Cas was glaring at him with his blue, piercing eyes.
"No Dean. You said you'd take a year off of hunting. It's been a day." He growled, but Dean shrugged.
"So apparently I can't stop. Sue me." He spoke in a sarcastic tone as he went over to his duffel bag that was still stuffed under his bed and made sure all his things were there.
Sam saw the guns, and his eyes went round. He grabbed Dean's hand and made him look into his puppy dog eyes.
"Dean please tell me what you do." He spoke loudly this time, demanding the answer from Dean.
His older brother faltered, and looked at Cas for a moment, who gave a blank stare back, before Dean looked back at his little brother.
"Alright Sammy.. But you can't tell anybody about it. I swear to god Sam if you do, I'll hunt your ass down and kick it." He said, and Sam knew how important this was, so he nodded firmly.
Dean sat them both down on his bed, and moved his bag to the ground.
The elder stared at the younger, and wondered if there was an easy way to play this off. Maybe just say he hunted Bambi, and then leave.. No Sam knew too much already. if he wanted to stop his brother from undoubtedly researching and asking around and drawing attention, then he needed to tell him now.
"What I do.. Is hunt monsters." Dean began, and Sam was already objecting.
"But monster's aren't real!"
"Yes Sam. Werewolves, vampires, and all those folk lore stories like Bloody Mary and the Hookman." He said, before he continued on.
"One day at Military school, I stumbled upon a ghost in the man's shower rooms, and was beaten half to death before someone came in and saved me." He glanced at Cas, who remained mostly emotionless. It was easy to tell he was thinking about the past however.
"Cas explained to me about angels, demons, and anything in between. He showed me all types of lore, and trained me. Or.. To the extent of what he knew." Dean smirked at how annoyed Cas looked, but carried on.
"I had to go to a professional hunter. So during my break I went to an old hunter named Bobby Singer. He took me on hunts, nursed my wounds, and generally helped me out." Dean explained, and was worried on how Sam was going to take this all in. The boy was always impossible to follow.
"So.. Now I'm fighting the good fight. Fighting against evil, and now there's something really bad out there Sam.. Like really, really bad and I need to help fight it." Dean said, and suddenly Sam burst into action.
"No Dean! Why you? Why does it have to be you? You could go to college! Get a girlfriend and come visit us for Thanksgiving and Christmas! Why do you have to do this?" Sam was getting a desperate tone, and it twisted Dean's heart.
"I know Sammy.. But it's not me. I can never just turn my back on the world. Besides.. Sometimes the hunter can become the hunted.." He wasn't even thinking when he said that last sentence, but now that it was out, he really wanted to take it back.
"What do you mean Dean? Who's hunting you?" Sam's eyes darkened, and Dean actually felt intimidated at the look.
"It's not important Sammy." Dean tried, and Sam opened his mouth when a new, rough voice spoke out.
"Like hell it is."
Both turned to see John standing at the door, obviously standing there for quite a while now. Dean winced and knew he was screwed.
"Dean, if somebody is hunting you, then I'll kick their ass into next year. I don't care who they are." John said as he entered the room and stood over his son's.
"Dad.." Dean didn't even realize that he didn't say John this time, and ignored his father's brighter look.
"You can't just "kick it's ass." It'll just piss them off. Then get you killed in two minutes or less." Dean explained, and John narrowed his gaze.
"So you stand as more of a threat?" He questioned him, and Dean shrugged.
"Not yet.. Except I know how to kill it dead." He said, and John rose an eyebrow.
"Grammar son." He said, and Dean laughed humorlessly.
"No.. I actually mean kill it dead. If I don't kill it properly, then it can just come back. Dad.. It's a demon." He explained, and hoped the name was enough to turn him away. Although, Winchester's being Winchester's stayed stubborn and didn't let intimidation turn them away.
"A demon? Dean explain yourself at once." John ordered, knowing he needed to turn back to his time in Marine's and speak like he did then to make Dean talk. The other bowed his head slightly, and Sam hugged him reassuringly.
He looked at his younger brother, and offered a weak smile before he looked back at their father.
"A demon.. They come from hell and wreak havoc on the world. A demon is hard to catch and nearly impossible to kill because it can reside in a human body, and can take any normal damage and be fine. The way to know a demon is.. a demon by their eyes. Sometime's they'll flicker black.
"Anyway, this demon I'm hunting, is much stronger than any other demon out there. It's so special for so many reasons, but one of them is the fact that it's eyes flicker yellow instead of black." Dean paused for a moment, and let out a small laugh. "I just call him Yellow Eyes."
John and Sam exchanged looks. They weren't surprised to be honest. It would be a thing Dean would do.
"He is stronger than any demon I know.. Heck, I can't ever kill him with the angel blade." He said as he reached into his bag and pulled out his long, silver blade and Sam and John's eyes went as wide as saucers and Sam started to shift through Dean's bag. He saw guns and spells, and other things he didn't even know.
"I know of a legendary gun though. Bobby told me about it. He explained it could kill any supernatural being, so I think it's my only chance." He said and John shook his head.
"Dean, what if it's just a myth?" He asked and Dean raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
"Half of the things I've heard as myths as a child are actually real dad. Don't talk to me about myths." John's jaw locked and twitched as he obviously wanted to snap something back, but he remained silent.
"Anyway.. I want to leave soon with Cas." He explained, and John looked at Cas as if it was first time seeing him.
"So this is your.. Hunting partner?" He asked, and Dean and Cas looked at each other.
"You could call him that." Dean said, but Cas was already speaking.
"I'm his guardian angel."
The room went into a collective silence for a couple moments.
"Cas-"
"Yes Dean, I practically am." Cas cut Dean off without a care.
"Yeah but guardian angels are actually assigned to people. You just kind of stick around." Dean shrugged and Cas glared again.
"More like, I gave up everything to stay with you and help." He snapped, and Dean gave a small smirk and shrugged.
"Yeah I guess I forgot to mention Cas is hunted by heaven." He said and John rose an unimpressed eyebrow.
"So.. Dean is being chased by hell, while Cas is being chased by heaven?" He asked, and Dean let out a laugh.
"Yeah basically."
John's eyebrow twitched.
"You dumb fucks."
Dean had to explain his entire story to Mary, and when he did, he was quite surprised by the answer he received.
"I'm sorry Dean.."
"Huh?" He sat at the table, and looked up from his cereal at his mother.
She had her hands in her laps and her eyes downcasted guiltily, before she looked up, a distressed look in her eyes.
"I never wanted you to get involved with hunting.." She murmured and Dean tried to understand what she was saying.
"It's not your fault though." Dean tried but Mary shook her head wildly, and gripped Dean's hands.
"No.. Dean this is going to sound crazy but.. I was once a hunter as well. My father and mother were hunters and I grew up in that life. I never wanted any of you to get involved in it.. I'm so sorry Dean.. If you weren't sent away to that school then none of this would've happened." She said quietly and quickly, but Dean heard every word as clear as if he was the one saying them.
"Wait so.. What?" Dean's mind completely blanked out as he tried to comprehend the thought of his sweet innocent mother cutting off the head of a vampire, or stabbing a witch, or exorcising a demon. The thought was too bizarre, and it hurt his head.
"Look it's not your fault. I was probably going to stumble upon a demon or something at some point, and get killed by it, or get saved by Cas again." He explained as he stirred the remaining Lucky Charm marshmallows in his bowl of milk.
They both remained silent for a couple minutes, and Dean finished up his cereal before he gulped down the milk. He stood up and gathered his dishes when Mary stopped him with a question.
"What are you going to do now?" She asked and Dean didn't look at her.
"I'm planning on leaving again soon." He explained, and Mary gave a small, dry laugh.
"You know your father is just going to drag you back home. Sammy'll probably help." She told him and Dean let a smile appear on his face before he turned it into a smirk and faced her.
"Let him try. I've been able to hide from Yellow Eyes all this time, so how hard could it be to hide from a human?" He asked, then walked into the kitchen and put his dishes in the sink.
He went back upstairs, and fell back against his bed and sighed. Maybe he could get away, and keep his family away from danger.
Randomly, he let out a bitter laugh that echoed off his walls.
Yeah, as if. If he was brought into all this shit, then could his family stay away from monsters as well?
What if Sam was brought into it the same way Dean was?
His stomach rolled uncomfortably at the thought. Then he thought of something much worse.
What if Sam never made it out of being greeted to the Supernatural?
He couldn't let that happen.. What if he wasn't around to protect Sam?
Dean got up and started pacing back and forth as millions of thoughts went through his mind.
What if Yellow Eyes found his family? Hell.. He might've already. Dean hasn't been too far ahead of that bastard lately. His forces have gotten alarmingly close, but Lawrence seems to be pretty quiet lately. Except for that one demon.. It was lucky they didn't let it get away, but he always felt guilty about the vessel.
He had to draw him away somehow..
"Dean-o when you think too much, it'll strain ya." A new and unfamiliar voice spoke up suddenly and before Dean could do anything, he was flung hard into his dresser.
His hip hit the side hard, and he winced and coughed dryly as he laid on the ground. When he looked up, he saw a man in his middle ages with dark hair. He looked typically normal except for the black eyes.
"Damn." Dean growled out and tried to lift himself but the invisible pressure on him was too much.
"Why not scream for your little angel, Dean-o? I'd love to put an angel blade in him." He grinned, and Dean glared up at him.
"Shut the hell up." He said to the demon, and with well aim, he spat right into the demon's face. It flinched, and punched Dean hard in the mouth.
"Maybe it's time you learned some manners the rough way, since your parents are obviously bad at their job." The demon began to rain down punches and kicks at Dean, until a point where he was barely conscious.
Dean found it increasingly hard to keep his eyes open, because they were already trying to swell up and close themselves, but he refused to close them.
Dean had run out of options on what to do, so he did what he always did. Speak and get himself in deeper shit.
"So where's that boss of yours? Too scared to come face me himself?" Dean rasped out, and the demon paused and narrowed his eyes.
"Of course not. He's fully aware of what I'm doing right now. He wants you alive, but scared." The demon smirked suddenly and leaned down right in his face.
"Are you scared yet?" He asked, and Dean smirked through the pain.
"Of course not. Are you?" He knew a lot of demons were afraid of him since he apparently striked fear into monsters. That sure said something about him, huh?
The demon gritted his teeth in frustration, and stood back up.
"Just make this all so much easier for me Dean-o. Just call your angel friend, so I can just let you go already."
Dean didn't believe a word of the demon. It'd never let him go.
He opened his mouth to give another sharp reply when his voice was drowned out by a shout.
"Hey!"
In a second, the demon's shoulder jerked, and they both looked to see Sam standing at the entrance with one of Dean's pistol's in his hands.
"What the hell Sam, run!" Dean exclaimed and his gaze returned to the demon, and he could feel the pressure lighten a little. It wasn't enough yet for him to be able to stand yet however.
"You little.." The demon growled out under his breath and started towards the stupid teen who stood stalk still.
"Sam run!" Dean continued to scream at his brother, and wondered how in the hell his parents aren't here yet.
The demon went right up to Sam and smacked the gun from his hands. The teen finally showed fear and started to back up. The demon rose his fist to bring it down on Sam's round face, when suddenly the young boy was yanked back by a hand behind him, and suddenly another hand shot forward with an angel blade in hand, and stabbed the demon right through his chest. It let out a weak scream before it fell back, flashing a couple times of red and yellow.
Dean felt all the pressure be lifted. Although now that it was gone, he no longer needed to struggle and all his strength sapped from him at once. He collapsed onto the ground and breathed heavily until two warm arms grabbed his shoulders and brought him into a seating position.
"Oh Dean.." He recognized Cas's voice but he stayed silent as his eyes closed and he groaned.
He heard Sam for a moment, and his eyes snapped back open.
"Is everybody alright?" He demanded in still a dry tone, but he looked around the room and saw Sam staring at him, but he didn't see his parents.
"Everyone is alright Dean. I told Mary and John just to stay downstairs no matter what they heard." Castiel explained as he pressed two fingers against his head and healed Dean.
Sam stared at this all, and tried to understand it. One second, Dean was all beaten up and bloody. The next, he's perfectly fine. The only thing that shows Dean was beaten up was the blood on his clothes.
"Wait so.. What?" Sam tried to speak in full sentences, but his brain was still trying to catch up.
Castiel sighed impatiently.
"I'm an angel same. When I said I was your brother's guardian angel, I meant literally. Plus with all of heaven trying to kill me." He said before he turned his attention back to Dean who was already on his feet and racing out of the room.
Sam stood and raced out after him, and found Dean demanding answers from their parents.
"Are you alright? Did you hear anything? Did something happen down here?" He was rapidly asking, and his parents waited for it to past, before they answered.
"We're alright." John said
"We heard a gun go off, and you shouting." Mary added.
"It's been otherwise quiet down here. Are you both alright?" John asked, searching up and down both his sons. Mary was doing the same.
"We're fine." Dean answered before Sam, and sent him a silent look.
Dean went through a quick description of what happened, and how Cas was in his bedroom right now.
"So I'm guessing you know what I have to do now." Dean finished, and looked at them all. They all seemed to know as well what Dean was hinting, but none of them wanted to say anything.
After they all stayed silent, Dean sighed.
"I have to get moving. If I stay here any longer, I don't want you guys hurt. Hell, Sam nearly was. If I leave, then they'll follow." Dean explained and Mary shook her head.
"Then we'll come with you!" She burst out and all three male Winchester's stared at her with wide eyes.
"What?!" They all exclaimed at once, and Dean was already shaking his head wildly.
"No you can't come with me. It's too dangerous." Dean was spluttering but his voice was unheard, as John was already speaking to Mary quickly.
"Mary we can't just drop everything and drive across the country!" He told her, and she frowned. She obviously wanted to say something more, but couldn't.
"Dean." A new voice came into the conversation, and all of them looked to see Castiel standing there, but Cas was only staring at Dean.
"We could take them to Bobby's." He suggested, and Dean paused and scrunched his face in thinking.
"Do you think Bobby would mind?" He asked and Cas stayed silent, not knowing the answer to that.
"Who's Bobby?" Mary asked, and Dean gave a quick rundown of the older hunter.
"I think you could." Dean murmured and rubbed a hand through his slightly gelled hair before he nodded.
"Okay, get packed." He clapped his hands together, and went to go to his room to grab his bag and anything else he wanted, when Mary stopped him.
"Dean, like John said.. We can't just drop everything and leave. We need some sort of plan or something. What about all of the things that we can't bring with us? I don't want to just leave it." Mary distressed, but Dean was already back in front of her.
"Look, we'll just tell people we're going on vacation. It's summer break for Sam anyway, so just don't sign him up for next year." He turned his gaze to John. "Are you still working as a mechanic?" He asked, and John nodded.
"Okay, so quit." Dean flat out said, and John spluttered for a moment.
"Dean I can't just quit. It'll raise suspicion!"
"On what?" Dean asked, and when John didn't respond, he moved onto Mary.
"I promise, you guys will return to this house, so-" Dean was interrupted by Sam speaking up.
"Dean you're going to return with us, right?" He asked loudly, and Dean looked over, and opened his mouth to say something, when he re-closed it. He wasn't sure how this fight with Yellow Eye's is going to go, or if he'll get killed before then.
"Dean you're coming home with us." John grunted, and Dean glanced over.
"Dad how can you be so sure?"
"Because I know you're coming home." He retorted, and his voice spoke of no argument.
Dean opened and closed his mouth, trying to come up with a compelling debate, but came up blank and instead took the time to go to his room.
Mary, John, and Sam sat in silence after they watched Dean go upstairs, but Sam soon followed.
Mary grasped John's hand, and looked up at him worriedly.
"John.. Is this suicide? Is this the equivalent of putting a gun to our head?" She asked, and John was stunned by how Mary spoke like that. Before Dean came back, Mary was always shy to speak about guns, or typically anything violent. If there was a story of a terrorist attack on the news, or a death then she'd turn off the tv or change the channel without any words. Neither him or Sam were going to say anything about it either.
"No Mary.. Dean has been fighting against evil for a while now and he's fine." John explained and pecked a kiss on her cheek and gripped her hand harder in a reassuring way.
"Do you really think he's fine?" Mary asked after a couple of seconds and John looked over.
"Why wouldn't he?" He asked, and Mary stared at him for a couple more seconds. She wanted to explain that the life of a hunter was full of bloodshed, tears, and death, but she bit her tongue and turned her head away.
"Yeah.. Sorry it was just me worrying." She mumbled, but it obviously wasn't convincing because John moved so he was back in her line of sight.
"Mary... Talk to me. What are you keeping from me?" He asked gently as he took her other hand and massaged it lightly at her knuckles.
"I.. I don't want Dean doing this." She mumbled and John smiled softly, but something was slightly off from it.
"I know Mary.. But Dean's always been independent. He doesn't want us getting in the way and he never listens to us. We just got to hope he'll be okay." John said to her, and even though he didn't agree with what he was saying, he had to reassure his wife.
"Just.. Can't we handcuff him to a bed instead?" There was a little bit of humor in her eyes now, and John knew he was successful.
"I don't think that'll make things better Mary." John laughed before he stood them.
"C'mon.. Let's go get packed." He told her, before he led them off to their bedroom.
Dean sat on the hood of the Impala as Mary and John packed their bags into the trunk.
He was stressing so much at that moment. What if Bobby didn't agree with them staying there? Bobby was fine with Dean and Cas staying there all the time but.. This was getting three more people involved. What if he just kicked them out on their asses?
Castiel also hasn't been responding to his prayers, and he hasn't seen the angel since yesterday when the demon attacked. It was pissing him off, but he was also nervous for his friend. Why did he always do this?
Was an angel attacking? Or a demon?
Honestly, Dean has lost count of how many things were gunning for them these days. More than him and the angel could handle for sure, but of course he'd never admit it.
He heard the trunk close, and he looked up to see John staring back at him.
"I think we're all packed. Mary is just chatting with Sam inside." He said as he twirled the keys around his index finger. Dean pushed off the hood and strolled over to John and snatched the keys away.
"I'm driving." He smirked at John's confused look, that transformed into annoyance.
"Last time you drove the Impala, you smacked her straight into a tree." He said, and Dean's smirk grew.
"Yeah well.. It's not my fault the tree was in the way. Now go get Sam and Mary because we're leaving asap. Last thing I need is a demon knowing we're on the move." He smoothly replied, before he got in without another word. John grumbled under his breath all the way back to the house, but got Sam and Mary out.
As Dean drove out of the driveway, the three other Winchester's watched their house disappear as Dean turned a corner.
"So where is Bobby's house?" John asked after they got onto the highway, and Dean knew he was going to get a lot of complaints in a second so he readied his hand over the radio.
"South Dakota."
There. He said it, and he turned the music up as all three of his passenger's started to speak at once. He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he drove and listened to the music drowning out his family. This was going to be a fun eight hour drive.
A/N: Hey guys, hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'll hopefully get the next out soon! Also.. Sorry that this one is a bit shorter. Bobby is in the next chapter though, so I hope that makes up for that! :D Much luv everyone! 3