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The moment the brother's had gotten back home, they were both charged at by their parents and barreled over.
Dean winced and almost went into combat mode when he told himself it was just his father.
Mary was practically smothering Sam though, and the youngest struggled, but it was a lost cause. Mary had an iron grip on that poor boy.
"I told you that you weren't supposed to leave the property alone!" Mary scolded angrily but when Sam looked into her eyes, he only saw love and fear.
"I'm sorry mum.." He mumbled, and Mary looked him over with a calculating eye, trying to assess for injuries, and pat him up and down and all over.
"I'm fine, mom!" Sam shouted and that lightened the mood and Dean chuckled as he calmed John's nerves that were the same as Mary's before Dean walked into the house.
John directed his gaze to his youngest when Dean disappeared inside Bobby's house, and John frowned at Sam.
"Sam why the hell did you run off a second time?" He asked, crouching down slightly so they were at eye level. The younger one turned his gaze away and avoided answering John. Luckily, Bobby shouted at them at that moment to come in for lunch.
What surprised all three Winchester's was Dean sitting at the table, eating a sandwich with a beer beside him.
"Is it a blue-moon?" John asked suspiciously as he opened the fridge and grabbed his own beer and sat down by Dean. The teen rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his meal.
"I've just been busy. I'm not usually doing hunts this often but I'm finally off school so I have plenty of free time." He grumbled with a full mouth and Mary lightly smacked his head. Dean wasn't expecting it and he started to choke on his food.
"Don't speak with your mouth full." She scolded over Dean's choking. and John's laughing.
Soon, they were all surprisingly sitting calmly at the table, eating and sharing short stories. Well, mostly the stories came from John, Mary, and Sam while Dean just laughed and listened.
It was late when they finally went to bed, and when they did they were all satisfied that they were all acting like a family, all going to bed at the same time.
A knife rose, faster than the hand that rose as well to intervene.
The knife hesitated at it's highest point before it struck down, fast and hard and when it rose again, it stained with blood this time. He now finally looked at the hand and noticed it didn't shake. The hand had a firm, strong and calm grip around the hilt. It was obviously the hand of a murderer.
When he finally noticed what the knife was stabbing, he realized it was too late. His stomach was already bleeding out. It didn't hurt but the sight was still traumatizing and shaking him to the very core.
He looked up and stared right into his soon to be murderer's eyes.
Dean.. Please stop.
Sam awoke in a cold sweat like he had never felt before, with any nightmare he ever had. Usually they were just filled with being late for school, or being lost in a quiet city at night.
Never before had he had such a nightmare that was so.. graphic and twisted.
And Dean? Killing him?
He looked over at his parents sleeping in bed and he got the temptation to wake them up and ask for comfort, but he hadn't done that since he was six years old. Even after that, he always went to Dean.
Going to Dean right now made him unsure. He'd want Sam to explain the nightmare, and what if Dean got angry? Or distant again? Dean was just barely opening up to them now!
So Sam walked downstairs and went to the kitchen to grab himself a drink. What he wasn't expecting was Bobby to be sitting there, staring expectantly at Sam.
"What happened in the dream, son?" He asked and Sam blinked in surprise.
"What do you mean?" He asked, and Bobby rolled his eyes.
"You might not realize this boy, but yer in every way like yer brother. He always used to come down whenever he had a dream and chat to me about it." Bobby explained as he took a sip of surprisingly, beer free water.
Sam felt lighter at this new found info, but he still didn't really trust Bobby.
"What were some of these dreams that Dean would have?" He asked and Bobby grunted.
"Don't be scared when I tell you, but the last one he came to me about was when he was killing you. Pretty crazy stuff can happen in dreams.. Sam you okay son?" He stopped his thoughts immediately as he saw the boy go pale and still.
"I.." Sam's voice cracked as he shuddered slightly and stared at his shaking hands.
"Sammy?" A gentle voice came from the entrance of the room and the two males whirled around to see a sleepy Mary walking into the room. Her voice was quiet and wispy, and she sleepily rubbed at an eye as she squinted at them.
"Hey mom." Sam greeted her quietly and she walked over and stared down at him. She was unable to see the state of Sam at the moment because of her glassy, sleepy eyes.
"Why are you up, Sam?" She asked quietly, since she was aware it was the dead of night right now, and Dean was literally sleeping in one room over. They all knew he was probably awake already though.
"I had a bad dream.." He mumbled, and sure enough they heard the sofa creak in the living room as movement was made from the older son.
Mary ignored Dean as he stood in the shadows and watched them as she crouched in front of her son.
"What were these dreams, Sam?" She asked, keeping her voice gentle and caring as she stared into Sam's dark eyes. He stared back and bit his lip, contemplating what would happen if he told her, Bobby, and Dean.
He decided to hell with it, and spilled everything.
"Oh Sammy." Mary whispered after he finished and she hugged her son tightly in a warm embrace and only let go when she heard Dean walking up behind her. She let go of Sam, and watched as Dean rested his hand on Sam's head and crouched down.
They didn't say anything. They didn't need to. They stared into each other's eyes and said nothing, and it was as if they were speaking their own, silent language. Sam stopped sniffling before he smiled at Dean, who gave a small smile in return.
Suddenly, it was almost as if something occurred to Dean and he rushed out of the kitchen, straight outside.
It was raining hard, but Dean didn't mind as he ran and was getting soaked. He stopped and stomped hard on the ground and cursed out.
"Dammit, son of a fuck!" He growled and kicked the muddy dirt. His foot was going to be swelling later, but he didn't care at the moment.
"Dean." The hunter whirled around to see Castiel standing there, looking confused and Dean glared past him at the house.
"We need to go." He ordered and Castiel paused before he nodded and let Dean lead him back to the house. The three that were still in the kitchen watched in bewilderment as Dean grabbed his duffle bag, and his boots. He tugged them on and gave them both a lazy and quick knot before he was out of the house again. They all heard the Impala before Dean was pulling out and the Impala became one with the darkness.
"What the hell was that?" Mary asked as she snapped out of her stupor and Bobby sighed.
"He always does this whenever he's frustrated or needs to get away." He explained as he put his glass in the sink.
They all heard another door in the house slam, and they were all surprised to see one of Bobby's trucks pulling out in a couple minutes as well.
"Well there goes John." Bobby sighed and Sam and Mary exchanged looks.
"When are they going to be back?" Mary asked, not really wanting John to go after their son, but she knew it was too late to tell him to come back.
"I dunno. It's always different." Bobby said as he went to his chair in the living room to probably fall asleep after he reads for the next five hours.
Dean spotted the headlights in his rear view mirror, and he knew it was John since the vehicle was pretty insistent on following him. He could also feel his father's intense look from where he sat.
He'd let the old man follow him though. That was, until he pulled off onto an abandoned road and pulled over on a small shoulder. It wasn't raining as hard anymore but it was still sprinkling. Castiel remained in the passenger seat as John pulled up behind and walked straight towards Dean who got out the Impala.
The teenager paced back and forth and when John reached him, he turned his fiery green eyes to his father.
"Get back to Bobby's, and stay there dammit." He growled and John rose an eyebrow.
"Since when are you the ones giving me the orders, son?" He asked and Dean snorted.
"Since I brought you into all this. The moment I pulled up to Bobby's with you guys in the car, that was the moment I was taking control of all this." Dean said as he shoved John back a little when he came too close.
"Well that's too bad kiddo. It seems that I'm relieving you of duty." John smirked at the annoyed look on Dean's face.
"You can't just-"
"But I am." John interrupted Dean with a smug smirk that was close to the one Dean usually sported.
"Dad." Dean breathed out of his nose loudly. John noticed that this was something Dean did a lot when he was younger when he was frustrated, so John was glad to see one thing hadn't changed in his son.
"Look I'm not doing this because I want to hunt, or leave you guys or whatever. I'm doing it because I have to. Even if I tried to leave the hunting life, it'd just return to me quick." Dean explained for what felt like the billionth time on why he couldn't just drop all his weapons and run.
"You're right there, Dean-o." A new voice joined the mix and suddenly they were both pressed against the Impala. Dean groaned in frustration.
"I swear to god. Why was it so hard to find you before, and now suddenly I can't get rid of you?" Dean bleated as he stared straight into Azazel's eyes.
"Well you're not making our cat and mouse game very fun. Don't you remember Dean? You run, I chase?" The demon smirked and went straight into Dean's personal bubble and looked him up and down.
"Hey, get away from him, you freak!" John spat, and both of them looked over to the older Winchester, seemingly forgotten he was even there.
"Ah, John Winchester, I presume? Pleasure to meet you. You brought your son up well until that entire.. "Send him away and deal with him at another time" thing." The demon strolled up to John who growled lowly in his throat.
"Ooh I'm so scared." Azazel dramatically said as he tipped his head back slightly and laughed.
"Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, Dean I don't know why but you keep saying to me to stay away from your family, but you're making it way too easy." Yellow Eye's shook his head, as if he was disappointed in Dean but he had a devious smirk on his face.
"Go fuck yourself." Dean commented before he looked over at his father to make sure he was okay.
"Tsk tsk Dean.. I'm going to ignore that and carry on to what I wanted to do in the first place." The demon walked forward until him and Dean were breathing the same air, but Dean stubbornly glared into the demon's eyes the entire time. Azazel smirked, before he grabbed the knife that was just barely poking out from Dean's pocket and studied it.
He carefully ran the blade along his wrist and teasingly waved the bleeding cut over Dean's nose.
"Smell's good, doesn't it?" He asked the suddenly still Winchester, who unconsciously licked his lips before he quickly shut his eyes and scrunched up his face.
"What are you doing to him?" John demanded but the demon was ignoring him and keeping all his attention on the son instead.
"C'mon Dean, I'm only asking you to give it a small lick. That's all then I'll leave." He rubbed his wrist on Dean's lips now, and Dean ran his tongue slowly along his lips, and the taste was unbearably good. He let out a groan and latched his lips onto the demon's wrist as he began to suck like a desperate vampire. Suddenly, his do-gooder subconscious disappeared.
The demon pulled away too quickly for Dean's liking, and let out a bone-chilling laugh.
"There you go, Dean-o. Taste's good, doesn't it? It makes me wonder how little Sammy would react." He smirked at the sudden enraged look in Dean's eyes, but the next time Dean blinked, the demon was gone and the invisible force disappeared.
Dean wasn't expecting the force to disappear so quickly, and he fell to the ground as he was still in his own little world and John raced over to his son.
"Dean?!" He gasped as he pulled his son up and wiped the smudges of blood off of Dean's face as he cradled his son's head.
Dean avoided opening his eyes and looking at his father's since he was scared of what'd he find. Anger? Disappointed? Or disgusted even?
He turned his head away and instead looked at the Impala.
"I.." Dean tried to speak but it was almost like the blood was expanding in his throat and closing it up, making him unable to speak.
"We're going back to Bobby's." John told him and helped him into the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean watched him jog over to the driver's side and he paused when he realized the keys weren't there and looked at Dean expectantly. The younger grumbled incoherently as he dug into his pocket and pulled out the keys.
When they were riding, a thought finally came across to Dean and it alarmed him. He sat up and looked around the car quickly but spotted nobody but him and John.
"Dad where's Cas?" He rasped and John sent him a quizzical look.
"I never saw Cas in here with us." He reported and Dean immediately told John to drive back, or do something. Cas wouldn't just leave with the appearance of Yellow Eyes.
"Tell me where the is boy, and I'll let you go." The demon smirked down at the restrained angel who glared defiantly back.
"Never. You better just kill me now." Castiel growled at the demon who rolled his eyes and made a small nick with his angel blade along Castiel's cheek.
"Don't test me, Castiel. I am known for my torture skills. I've made the best break." The demon explained and Castiel spat blood at him.
"I don't care Alaistair. I will never give up Dean's position." Castiel growled at the demon who scowled back and thrust the silver blade into the angel's knee. The angel let out a scream until the worst of the pain was through and the wound stopped glowing.
"I-I don't understand." Castiel's voice shook as he tried to speak his confusion and pain to Alaistair.
"You.. You took me away when Azazel appeared.. Why aren't you working with him?" Surprisingly the demon looked pissed off at this new knowledge.
"Seriously I was that close to the brat and instead I take the useless angel?" He growled and punched Cas across the face. The male grunted and let his head take the full force of it before he cracked his jaw and looked back at the demon.
"I'm not working with Yellow Eye's because he insists he's going to be the one that delivers the vessel. Whichever one it may be." Alaistair snarled and gave a few strong kicks to Castiel's stomach.
He brought the angel's lowered head up with two strong fingers under his chin and made their eyes meet.
"You will show me where these boys are, or it's just going to get worse for you."
Dean sat in silence in the panic room. His back was against the small locker and his head was against his bent knee as he tried to control his breathing.
He could sense Sam sitting on the other side of the locked door and no matter how may times Dean shouted at him to leave, the boy remained there.
His frustrations grew more as he continued to think.
There wasn't much choice for him to go in here if he wanted. In fact, it seemed like his family enjoyed forcing him into things. As soon as he got back, he separated from John to go to the couch to sleep off the demon blood when Bobby was suddenly behind him and clocked him hard.
He was more pissed though because he should've seen the move coming. Whenever he or Bobby run into a bad situation where one man is intoxicated or poisoned in anyway, they end up with a 24 hour solitude date in the panic room.
So now he sat with his phone on his lap and it was nearly dead so he was keeping it off. He honestly didn't have anything interesting in the room except to think of where Cas could possibly be.
Everything was calm until he suddenly felt a sick jolt in his stomach. In a couple of minutes, he was on his knees, dry heaving heavily and finally puked up scarlet waste.
He wiped his face and ignored Sam's calls to him and instead his attention went to his suddenly ringing phone.
He saw Castiel's name showing up on the screen, and he answered immediately.
"Cas where the hell have you been?" He demanded into the phone, and for a couple seconds he was met with silence, so he wondered if the angel had accidentally muted himself again.
"Cas?" He asked into the phone as he sat down on the bed and looked up at the fan in the ceiling.
"Hello boy." A new, slick voice came from the other end that obviously wasn't Cas and he instantly went defensive as fear made his heart beat faster.
"Who is this?" He demanded and a small chuckle came from the other side. Dean could literally hear the cockiness coming from the person.
"Only someone you need to be negotiating with, Deany. I have your boyfriend here, and he says hi by the way." The male explained and Dean rubbed his face as he tried to figure out what he was going to do.
"What do you want, dick?" He asked, suddenly extremely tired and wary.
"Only your life in place of the angel's, but I'm sure that's not asking for too much now, is it?" Alaistair asked calmly and Dean leaned back against the wall and hit his head.
"Why do you want me?" He questioned him, not amused.
"My master has plans for you. You should bring into consideration I've been keeping your angel safe, Dean. Without me here, other angels would've stopped by and stabbed his heart full of angel blade by now." Alaistair spoke with obvious cockiness and it took all Dean had in him to not snap.
"Fine, I'll come stop by as soon as I can. Where are you?" Dean spat into the phone and there was a laugh from the other end.
"Deany, I'm not going to give that to you. You're a Winchester are you not? Just follow the GPS." Then the call clicked to an end and Dean felt his restraint waning, but he knew he needed to stay calm for his new plan that he was calculating to work.
He slowly approached the door and listened carefully to see if his parents were outside. Instead, all he heard was Sam's breathing.
"Hey Sammy.." His voice went extra raspy and weak when he spoke out, and he almost hated himself for his acting skills. Deep inside, he wanted Sam to see through his facade, or just ignore him.
"Dean?" Sam rose from his spot and stared through the small window right into Dean's eyes.
"I'm not feelin' good Sammy.. I need a break from here.." Dean mumbled and Sam looked guilty to the very bone.
"I'm sorry Dean but they told me these are just side effects." He explained and Dean shook his head.
"No Sammy.. These side effects are different seriously.. I swear I'm not feeling good.. I think I need a hospital." He knew he immediately sold Sam as soon as he uttered "hospital." Winchester's never beg for hospitals, even when they're in the worst danger.
"O-Okay Dean I'm opening the door and I'll take you upstairs to the adults." He spoke nervously and Dean listened to the doors locks to open for his cue.
As soon as the door opened, Dean surged forward and knocked Sam out cleanly and quietly. It didn't help the awful gut feeling deep inside as he caught his unconscious brother in his arms.
"I'm sorry Sammy.. Forgive me sometime okay? We'll go out for burgers." Dean promised as he kissed his head and dragged him into the panic room and locked the door. He sighed and closed the window in the door and rushed to the back door. He knew it was going to be difficult to leave with the Impala, but he needed the Impala. It was his baby and his home.
He looked around carefully as he approached the Impala, careful to not stir up any alarms. Successfully, he made his way to the Impala and took a small look the Impala's trunk for his weapons before he jumped in.
Pulling out quickly, he released the pent up fears of his parents stopping him as he drove. Now that he had escaped, he had to figure out where Castiel is being held.
He parked at a coffee shop and made use of their free wi-fi.
Soon, he had Castiel's location pinpointed on his computer tracker system and he put it into his GPS system on his phone. Just as he was putting his stuff away however, he heard his phone vibrating against the table and he saw John's name showing up on the screen. He wished that he had more time to get further before his parents went on a manhunt.
"Hey Johnny." Dean greeted as he answered the call and made his way to the Impala. He actually had to hold the phone away from his ear as John shouted into the phone, obviously enraged.
"You knocked out your brother, locked him inside, then left him!" John was yelling and Dean waved at some onlookers as he jumped inside the Impala and dropped his computer on the seat beside him.
"Look, dad I had to. I need to save Cas." Dean started but John quickly interrupted him.
"Just come back to Bobby's, okay? You're not in your right mind right now." Dean rolled his eyes at that, and ignited the engine.
"I'm thinking fine dad. I need to go save Cas and I promise once I do, I'll come straight back." The hunter concluded before he ended the call, wondering how long he'd have to go save Cas before his father is on his trail.
Dean decided he had about half a hour, and this drive was about two hours away so once again he wasn't getting his wish of his family remaining at home.
John paced back and forth quickly as Bobby sat in a chair at his desk, wiping down one of his guns. Every time John made a movement towards the doorway to exit, Bobby growled and cocked his gun towards the father Winchester in warning.
Sam and Mary nervously sat on the couch and watched them both with wide eyes.
Sam looked sore and was wincing at his head. This was the first time he'd ever been knocked out from a punch and it hurt like hell. Bobby reassured that he didn't have a concussion though, so that was good at least. Sam wasn't pleased when he woke up in the panic room, and to add to it, it locked as well. It took forever to get attention from any of the adults, and when he did it was Bobby that found him. Apparently, the seasoned hunter was coming down to grab one of his stored six packs and looked in to see if Dean was still alive.
Instead, all he saw was a panicking Sammy, and he almost felt like leaving Sam in there until he calmed down, but he knew that if he did then Mary and John wouldn't be amused. So as soon as he opened the door, Sam shot out and stared at him with crazed eyes.
"Where's Dean?!"
The boy didn't even wait around for Bobby's answer. Not that Bobby knew anyway, but the boy was already moving on and shooting up the stairs. The hunter huffed, and rushed after Sam once he grabbed his beer then found the teen shouting away to his parents and showing them the huge swelling bump on his head.
A moment later as John was examining it, he was calling Dean in his other hand as he finally brushed through Sam's growing hair and began to snap at Dean when he answered.
Sam was busy being nursed by Mary as she kissed his forehead and ran a comforting hand over it lightly. He leaned into her comforting touch and sighed out silently.
As soon as John ended the call, he was on his way to leave when he heard a gun be loaded and he paused as he looked back at Bobby pointing a gun at him.
"Sit the hell down, John." Bobby warned and the father immediately turned around and put his hands up slowly.
"Look Bobby.. Just let me go get him." He said to the hunter and Bobby snorted.
"Yeah, and where did that get ya last time?" He countered, not impressed. John gritted his teeth but agreed to sit down.
Soon, all three Winchester's were awkwardly sitting in the living room. Soon the tense feeling in the atmosphere got to be too much for John so he started to pace back and forth. Bobby watched him under his lowered baseball cap with sharp, trained eyes and Sam realized it was extremely like the way Dean would look sometimes.
"Bobby I can't just sit here and let my son get hurt out there!" John burst out and Bobby looked up so their eyes were fully locking.
"Except Dean has been saying since the beginning that he wasn't going to get ya'll involved. Hell, why do ya think he ran away last night? He planned to escape from ya guys for yer safety." Bobby explained in a somewhat wise tone that pissed John off to no end.
"I can't just do that Bobby. I need to help him." John growled as he paced forward and placed his hands hard on the desk and leaned forward until they were staring directly into each other's pupils.
"Fine. If ya can shoot my gun at some cans out back, then I'll let you go." Bobby decided, and John rose an eyebrow.
"That easy? Seriously?" He asked in a suspicious tone and Bobby shrugged.
"I know you already know how to shoot a gun. You too Mary, but I want to see that you're serious with all this." Bobby explained as he got up and led the Winchester's outside to the back where he had ten cans set up already on the fence.
"Dean used to practice on these when he first started." Bobby explained to John's confused expression before he handed John a pistol.
"Got anything better?" John quirked a lip and Bobby breathed in loudly with annoyance as he reached into his pants and pulled out a .45 that was similar to Dean's in a lot of aspects. It was silver and had a similar design, but it also didn't have the fine lines on it like Dean's had. John was guessing Dean got his gun from this man.
He grabbed and checked the clip to see it was full before he looked at the cans. They were pretty far back, but John wasn't going to let that intimidate him. Dean's had to make shots like this many times on real monsters. John could shoot a couple stupid cans if Dean kill monsters daily.
He shot, and missed. Not badly, but he knew that he'd have to get used to aim on this gun. He shifted his hands slightly and narrowed his eyes sharper and shot again. Another miss.
Mary suddenly came forward, growling as she snatched the gun and shot the next three without even blinking.
"Give me another clip." She ordered Bobby, who stared at her owlishly before he nodded and rushed back inside the house. In a couple minutes he came out with two. She tossed the used clip to Bobby before she reloaded the gun and continued on, walking slowly and every time she passed a can she shot it.
Soon, all ten cans were off the fence and she glanced at the three males.
"Can we go now?" She snapped, and Bobby realized that he had completely forgotten about Mary this entire time. The mother Winchester was obviously worried about her eldest as well.
Bobby opened his mouth to reply but shut it again when he thought better of it.
"Yeah.. Let's go." He decided and led the suddenly dangerous woman and her family back inside to get prepared.
A/N: You guys like serious Mary? ;) I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and once again, THANKS FOR THE AWESOME SUPPORT!