The car ride was empty on noise as Dean headed to the location. He was about a hour out when he decided to call John back.
"Hey dad." He greeted shyly as his father picked up.
"What location is Cas at?" John asked and Dean shook his head as he stopped at a red light. He was currently passing through a city and the traffic was really pissing him off.
"Dad you're not heading there. I swear if I see you there, then I'll shoot you myself." The eldest threatened his father and the other grunted.
"I'm not the one behind the wheel right now Dean." He said and Dean paused, and tried to understand what he was saying.
"Er.. Who's driving you then?" He nervously asked his father who chuckled and he heard the phone being passed around.
"Hi Dean." Mary's voice came from the other end, and Dean choked on air and he spluttered in shock.
"M-mom?! What the hell are you doing behind the wheel?" He shouted as he heard a car horn behind him and realized the light changed and he was holding up the traffic.
"I'm coming to see you and Cas and give you a lecture." Mary explained, and Dean knew instantly she was going to do more and he was tempted to just abandon Cas and travel across the world to get away from this dark cloud that was suddenly his sweet mother.
"Uh you don't need to do that mom." Dean began but Mary was laughing.
"Of course I do. You're just going to keep being stupid if I don't." She clarified and Dean wiped his suddenly sweaty forehead.
"O-Okay mom I'll see you then." He finished before he ended the call and breathed out the air that wasn't escaping from his chest.
"Damn she's scary." He muttered before he turned back on his radio to drown out his thoughts.
This just wasn't Dean's day.
He reached the place, and realized it was an old factory that looked like it was barely standing on it's foundations, and it just overall looked disgusting and displeasing. It seemed it just made the atmosphere around it gray and bleak.
He readied his weapons and cautiously approached the building. He was being rubbed the wrong way from the way this building was, but that wasn't a surprise. He was scared it was going to collapse on his head the minute he stepped inside.
Instead of going straight inside, he saw that the building had skylights and he smirked. He always enjoyed climbing buildings. When he was younger and just going into his pubescent years, he used to climb a lot of the buildings in Lawrence, and even though it always pissed his parents off to no ends, he did it often.
He went to the north side of the building and looked up. Scouting a quick route, He started to climb efficiently and quickly. He got to a smaller roof and found the fire escape ladder and used it to climb the rest of the way up.
Once he reached the top, he saw a catwalk just below the window and he looked around quickly before he noticed a latch and opened the window. He slipped inside and landed lightly on the catwalk but he hoped the demon was deaf and couldn't hear the tremor for when he landed.
He fished out his flashlight and carefully walked down the catwalk. He leaned over the edge and cast the light down on the area. He spotted a figure surrounded by fire with a bag over their head and their limbs tied.
"Dammit." Dean hissed quietly and looked around before he saw the stairs and made his way down.
Once his feet touched the cement ground, he sprinted over with light feet to his fallen friend and frowned.
"Cas!" He whispered, half shouted, hoping Castiel could tell him how to dowse the holy fire.
The angel shifted slightly, and a groan came from under the bag and Dean leaned forward until he suddenly found himself flying through the air and painfully hard into some cardboard boxes that were left in the factory.
He let out a dry moan and tried to pull himself up but his leg wasn't responding the way he wanted it to. As soon as he shifted it, a cry unwillingly spilled from his lips.
"Ah, such a pleasure to meet the infamous Dean Winchester at last." The same voice from the phone came from nearby and Dean looked to see him strolling into the area and smirked down at Dean.
The hunter spat at the newcomer and tried to get to his feet, but it was a losing battle that he had no hope of winning.
The demon continued on to Castiel and stepped over the ring of fire and untied Castiel and took the bag off of his head. He got out of the fire quickly as Cas swiped and bit at him. Cas noticed Dean and fear entered his eyes.
"Dean! Run!" He ordered but Dean shook his head and gave Cas a small smirk and offered a weak "sorry Cas, I can't."
Castiel was trying to figure out if he meant he wasn't going to leave because Cas was his friend, or because Dean literally couldn't leave.
"Oh lighten up Cas.. We've been in worse." Dean chuckled and stopped when the demon used his weird powers to shut him up and squeeze the oxygen from his lungs. Dean struggled for air for a couple moments and when black started to dot his vision, the pressure lightened up and he gasped in air.
"Leave him alone!" Castiel growled at Alaistair, and the demon laughed and danced around a little.
"Oh I think this might be the best day of my whole existence! I have not only trapped an angel of the lord, but I have seemed to catch a Winchester in the web as well!" He cried out in joy, and Dean scoffed angrily as he managed to sit up and study his leg. Definitely fractured badly.
"If this is the best day, then I'm feeling sorry for you. Oh wait, I'm not because I'm going to ruin this day." He explained as he winced from his leg as he shifted around a little.
"Oh yes? And how's that?" The demon strutted up to him and leaned down so they were properly face to face.
Dean let a grin grace his lips before he reached into his coat jacket lightning fast, and sprayed the demon with the holy water contained in his silver flask. The demon shrieked and fell back and Dean noticed that some of the holy water touched the holy flames and it hissed.
"Seriously? Holy water dowses holy flames?" He asked Cas and the angel nodded urgently and Dean sprayed the flames with his remaining holy water.
"Cas we need to find my family because they're wreaking havoc all the way here." Dean told him in a fast paced tone and Castiel raced over but paused when Alaistair snarled at them.
"You're never going to get away from me, boy! I know who you are now and I will always find you!" The demon spat and ran towards them. Castiel put his hand strongly on Dean's shoulder and got them out of there fast. Dean felt his feet leave the ground, and he got the sickening feeling of flying through the sky.
The car ride was silent. Mary drove at 100 km on a 80 km highway (A/N: yes I'm Canadian so I use kilometers. Sue me.) and John was gripping the ashtray unconsciously as she swerved around people and cars, her eyes shone of determination.
He bleakly wondered how in the world he was going to calm down his wife without setting her off more.
He glanced back and saw that Sam was in the same boat as him. He looked sick to his stomach from his motion sickness and looked at John with a sullen look, begging him to end it all. John wanted to offer "we'll be stopping soon" but that wasn't true. His phone told him they still were a hour away from Dean.
He spared a look at Bobby, and was surprised that the hunter wasn't even deterred by John's wife's crazy driving. Instead, he had a book on his lap and was skimming through it.
John came to a conclusion at last to his earlier question on how to calm her down. He decided to just leave his wife be. She'll burn off her anger eventually.
"John, stop squirming. You're distracting me." Mary's voice broke through John's thoughts and he jumped as he saw her eyes turn on him and he nodded quickly.
"Sorry." He mumbled and decided to distract himself to watch the scenery outside fly past him.
All at once, he heard the sound of wings fluttering, and a loud "oof" from Sam, and then a surprised shout from Bobby.
When John whirled around he saw Castiel sitting on Sam, and Dean was awkwardly in the middle of them all.
Mary saw them as well and swerved a little and almost hit a semi.
"Dammit!" She cursed under her breath as the trucker honked at her and she decided to pull over. When the heat of the moment died down, she started her million question list.
"Where the hell have you been? Are you hurt? What happened?" Mary began quickly and watched the two with a calculating look, as if daring them to try to lie to her.
Castiel apologized to Sam for landing on him, and instead sat on Dean instead, who rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"We're fine, mom." He said from behind Castiel's head who nodded to Mary.
Castiel suddenly seemed to remember something and turned on Dean's lap to look at him. Dean winced and squirmed slightly, because he didn't want Cas so close.
"Dean how is your leg?" He asked and Dean blinked, recalling about his broken leg. The pain had actually numbed down to just a throbbing pain.
"It's all good Cas. I mean.. I think it's broken, but otherwise okay." He explained and Castiel glared at him hotly.
"Dean, if your wounded, I will heal you." He explained and touched his forehead. Immediately, Dean's leg felt warmth go through it like a comforting and tamed fire.
"Thanks Cas." He sighed and relaxed against the seat, ignoring Castiel's weight on his lap.
"You're grounded, Dean." Mary stated from the front seat, and Dean opened his mouth but he noticed her eyes in the mirror. They glittered with unshed tears, and he blinked and closed his mouth as all of his words died in his throat and became a lump.
Guilt rained down on Dean as he realized he was probably making things hard for his family. He looked at Sam who stared out the window. Castiel noticed Dean's mood change and he looked at him over his shoulder, and gave a look that said "are-you-okay?"
Dean smiled weakly for a second, reassured that his best friend was going to be there for him.
"I don't deserve all this." Dean spoke before he could think, and John looked back at him.
"What do you mean, son?" He asked and Dean awkwardly looked at Cas's back.
"I er.." He tried to explain himself, but he found himself stuttering and unable to elaborate.
"He believes that he doesn't belong in a normal family." Castiel supplied helpfully and Dean sent him a thankful expression whom nodded in return in understanding.
"Dean just because you hunt and do things that other eighteen year old's don't do, doesn't mean you're alien." John began to Dean, who shrugged. Sam carried on John's sentence.
"You're still a Winchester, Dean." The eighteen year old winced at that. Dean wished he wasn't a Winchester since his family is getting involved in his mess far too quickly for him to deal.
"We love you no matter what." Mary added and Dean pressed his forehead against Castiel's back.
They won't love me if I kill Sam or become a vessel.
They returned to Bobby's, who smacked Dean before he dragged the hunter back to the panic room.
"Don't let him leave." Bobby ordered Castiel to stand guard, who nodded and looked through the window at the impatient Winchester. He was walking in circles around the room lazily, his eyes calculating and Castiel knew that look. It was the look where Dean wanted to be creative and do his own thing. He was probably thinking of different ways to escape the room, and how much time it'd take to accomplish it.
Bobby left Cas to his own thoughts, and the angel leaned against the door.
"So Cas." Dean's voice came inside, as he decides to mirror the angel and lean on the other side of the door. Castiel glanced through the small window and looked at the back of Dean's head.
"You think I'm gonna turn dark side?" Dean flat out asked the angel, and Castiel frowned.
"Why would you?" He dared to ask and the male inside the panic room shrugged.
"Apparently I'm able to accept demon blood like it's my own blood type. Drink it, syringe it, however I do it, I can live with it." Dean explained and felt shivers go down his spine at his own chilling words.
"So.. This is the reason why you're in the panic room?" Castiel suddenly understood Bobby's methods and he made connections quickly in his mind.
"Yeah.. Drank some demon blood. It.. God Cas I loved it." Dean admitted shyly as he sat down on the floor and let his legs stretch out in front of him.
"Dean why did you drink demon blood?" Cas asked suspiciously and Dean fell silent once again.
"Dean?"
The next time Dean's voice came out, it broke Castiel's heart. It was so.. cracked and broken.
"I don't know Cas.."
The angel lowered his head and bit his lip, trying to think of some comfort for his best friend.
He couldn't think of any however and he knew the hesitation had trudged on for too long now to make it better. He lost his chance and now he's sure Dean's panicking inside.
The moment Dean had left that panic room everyone knew Dean needed more time alone. His eyes had returned to being blank and his face was stoic of emotions.
He sat in a living room reading the newspaper, and ignoring the world.
John was watching his son and sighed quietly. Fan-freaking-tastic. They were back to step one with blank Dean.
"He must get this from Cas." Bobby mused as he watched the boy with an amused look in his eyes.
"Why do you find it funny?" Sam spoke up as he was watching Dean as well.
"Dunno. I always tell Dean to shut it and he never does. This is a new look on him. It's nice." Bobby explained, way out of tune of his normal self and Sam and John looked at each other, both thinking the same thing.
John casually stood, not giving anything away as he strolled over to the fridge to grab himself a beer. As he popped the lid off, Sam went over to his dad and Bobby seemed to sense the change in mood.
"What's the matter, fella's?" He frowned, before he sprayed by beer that had holy water in it. John recalled Bobby telling him he always put holy water in his beers. John didn't even bother to ask how he did it, but he knew it was an amazing idea when Bobby started to scream in pain. Dean appeared in the doorway and blinked in shock as Bobby's eyes flickered black.
"Damn!" Bobby snarled as steam rose from his body. He glared at them all and suddenly charged at John. The two fell, wrestling and Dean raced over and dragged Bobby off and avoided a close hit to his face. As Bobby was struggling, Dean began to speak in hurried Latin and the demon broke away from his grasp and charged Dean. The hunter fell back and his head the side of a table hard and Dean winced as the older man straddled him and kept him down with one hand over his lips.
What none of them expected was the incantation to be continued. Dean desperately tried to look at the source of the voice but suddenly the demon was screeching and shifting around as the vessel turned. Dean finally caught sight of who was saving his life.
"Mom?!" He exclaimed but Mary didn't stop, she glared at Bobby the entire time as she spoke with perfect pronunciation and tone and finished the exorcism in record time.
Bobby titled his head back, and screamed as the demon fled from the scene, and broke a window on it's way out. Dean remained laying on the floor as Bobby collapsed beside him.
Mary stood still before she rushed over to Dean and checked him over.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" She demanded, with a sweeter note to her tone. Dean shakily nodded before he looked to Bobby who was looking at them behind half lidded eyes.
"Damn it got a hold of me good." Bobby grumbled as he sat up. John was already asking questions on his welfare while Sam stayed back.
Dean walked over and looked him up once and down before he patted his back and got up and left the room. Mary frowned, and followed him out.
"Dean." She addressed her eldest who didn't stop until he reached Bobby's desk and looked down on it at the papers and books that littered the surface.
"Dean." She repeated as she walked up behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder. He glanced at it, before he looked back at the books.
"I want you to tell me everything. I don't care if you don't want to. I'm sick of hearing the short end of everything." She said in a rushed tone, scared that it wouldn't get out fast enough and Dean would've drifted away.
Dean stiffened, and raised his shoulders slightly.
"I can't.. I can't bring you all into this." His voice was rough and quiet and so much more emotional than Mary had ever heard it go to.
"Please Dean.. I'm already in it." Mary whispered as she tightened her hold on his shoulder.
He finally turned around and her hand dropped back to her side as she was shocked to see tears.
Tears were streaming down his perfect sun kissed, freckled cheeks as he ashamedly turned his gaze down.
"I never wanted any of this. None of this is working the way I want to and.. I'm scared." His voice had reduced to just a whisper at the end but Mary understood every syllable from his lips.
She brought him into her arms where he seemed to crash and he stuffed his face into her hair and gripped her tightly.
"I can't.. I won't.." Dean began to become a broken record player as he repeated those four words over and over again.
Mary slowly brought them over to the couch and sat them down. Mary soothingly ran her hand up and down his shaking form while an idea popped into her head.
"Hey Jude.. Don't make it bad.." Dean stopped at the lyrics she began to softly sing, and a whimper came from him and Mary felt her heart ache.
She knew that this was a breakdown building up for a while, and now he was finally having his grand meltdown.
She continued to sing softly and every time someone walked into the room she'd give them a glare that would freeze hell over and they made the wise decision to leave before she threw something at them. At their faces really.
"Mom.. I can't protect this family.. They already know about you all." Dean murmured from her shoulder and Mary paused in a second with her singing before she continued on, undeterred from his words.
Soon, Dean's crying had reduced to quiet sniffling and soon ragged breathing. She nudged Dean and realized he was asleep. His lullaby had done it's work once again.
"You don't need to protect this family anymore Dean.. We want to protect you now." Mary smiled and kissed his wet cheeks and rubbed away the tears.
Soon, she stood and put a blanket over his suddenly small form and sighed.
Without another word, she left the room feeling lighter and more determined than she did when she entered the room.
The next day, Dean played everything off like he wasn't crying the day before, and he was still strong and cocky.
Mary never held it over him, and none of the rest of the family seemed to care. Although Dean never saw the second glances they gave him. Dean just carried on with his normal day until.. He heard a low growling.
He perked up from his spot on the couch as he was watching TV. Mary noticed her son's actions, and was about to question him when she heard Sam whimper and move over to Dean.
Dean immediately wrapped his arms around Sam protectively and looked around the room, his eyes narrowed and suspicious.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Bobby prompted them and Dean looked surprised at his comment.
"You kidding me? You can't hear the damn dog?" Dean winced when he heard a loud barking and skittering of claws somewhere around in the house.
The adults looked at each other, mystified and curious.
"Dean I don't like dogs." Sam grumbled as he gripped Dean tighter and his eyes were looking around the room quickly.
"Dean what did you do?" They all jumped as Castiel appeared in the room, looking pissed.
"Me?! What's going on Cas?" Dean demanded and the angel suddenly brought his angel blade out from his sleeve as he struck forward when the two boys heard the skittering of claws towards them.
"There's a hellhound." Cas snapped and put himself in between the beast and the ones he was protecting.
"But hellhounds are only sent to those that made a deal!" Dean exclaimed before there was a voice that broke in.
"That's where you're wrong, Dean-o."
They all looked to see where the sinister voice came from and they saw Alaistair standing in the doorway behind them, smirking.
"Hellhounds can be someone's pet. That one there? That's my pride and joy." The demon nodded at the spot where Cas was glaring at and there was another loud growl.
"Call it off." Cas ordered without taking his eyes off of the beast.
"Now why would I do that, Castiel?" Alaistair asked as he approached the Winchester's and Cas found it near to impossible to keep both the demon away and the hellhound.
Dean was unconciously pushing his family back behind him and glaring at the demon. He sized up as best as he could, but the demon still towered over him and struck down on him with a vicious backhand. His father had caught him though, and countered with a hard shove. The demon stepped back from the force and chuckled darkly.
"Dean!" Cas suddenly gasped as the hellhound obviously tackled the angel and climbed over him and was lunging towards the hunter.
Dean had no reaction time and he was tackled to the floor as he felt his shoulder being ripped open. He couldn't stop the scream in his throat and he felt the pitbull sink it's teeth into his chest and rip hard. He felt blood spill down his body and Mary shrieked and grabbed at the invisible hellhound and desperately tried to pull it off her son, but it's size was massive and it's weight matched.
"G-Gahh!" Dean gasped as pain began to become numb and a ringing in his ears meant his heart was desperately trying to pump more blood as he was losing more and more.
"Dean!" Sam screamed as Bobby held him back, and John stared with wide eyes while Alaistair was laughing loudly the entire time.
Castiel took the time when the hellhound was distracted to sink the angel blade deeply into the back of the pitbull's head, and suddenly the teeth in Dean's chest let go, but it ripped out a good chunk of him.
Blood from the wolf completely dumped on him, and Dean closed his eyes.
John noticed Alaistair was gone, so he raced over to his eldest and wanted to help him, but he knew slight movement could make it worse.
"O-oh god there's a lot of blood." John whispered in terror as his son stared at him with pain drowning in his green pools.
"Dean just hang on, son." Bobby jumped to action but Dean was shaking his head and weakly pushed them away.
"P-place compromised. L-eave." His voice cracked as his breathing became faster to take more in as he could feel things in his body beginning to work slower.
"We need to heal you first, Dean!" Mary exclaimed and looked to Cas who shook his head sadly.
"He's lost too much blood." He murmured, and rage filled Mary's eyes like no one had ever seen before. She grabbed the angel's coat and shoved him into her until their eyes were staring intensely at each other.
"You save my son or I swear to god angel or not I will hunt you down." She seethed quietly and Cas stared at her with sad eyes.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Winchester." He apologized before he disappeared.
Mary still gripped the air like he was still there before she started to shake and she turned slowly to her dying son.
Sam was sitting beside Dean, sobbing onto him while Dean still tried to reassure him even as his life bled from him.
"Ta-take after everybody, 'kay Sammy?" Dean smiled weakly as the light in his eyes began to dim and Sam nodded so quickly, it looked as if his neck would break.
"Proud." Dean murmured before he made a low gurgling sound of blood in his mouth and coughed it out before his head fell and his hand fell weak in Sam's grasp.
"Dean? Dean?! DEAN!" Sam screamed to his brother as his older sibling became completely unresponsive. The adults watched as Dean's last breath left his body, and Mary and Sam's cries filled the air.
John bit his lip hard as he could feel his breathing pick up and Bobby left the room fast as the hunter didn't want to show the family weakness.
John finally caved in and he fell to the floor beside his two sons and he grabbed Sam hard and pulled him into a bear hug. Sam sobbed into his father's coat and hugged him tightly.
Mary watched through teary eyes and her gaze drifted back to her son.
"No, no, no we just got you back." She whispered as she sat down beside Dean's body and cradled him. She didn't care if she was getting blood all over her clothes. She didn't care that half of it was her son's blood, and the other half was the hellhounds.
Snap...
She ran her hand along the black blood, and she felt something darken in her.
"H-How dare they do this.." She whispered in a tone she'd never heard herself speak with.
"I'll.." She gritted her teeth as she hugged her son tighter.
"Mary?" John asked weakly and she turned to them, pure fire in her eyes.
"I'll kill them all!" She shouted, and John watched with a lost feeling as she stood and stormed outside.
John would care about his wife later however. He needed to care for himself and his remaining son first.
He brought them into the bedroom, and instead of dumping his son on the cot, he brought him to the bed and put the covers over his fourteen year old.
"D-Daddy." Sam sounded so lost at that moment, and John clenched his hands.
"I'll be here.. I promise." He swore as he sat on the edge of the bed. When Sam's cries became ragged breaths and soon evened out breaths, he put his head into his hands, and for the first time he let tears fall from his cheeks.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit." He cursed out and began to pace, trying to lift the heavy feeling in his heart. It wouldn't and it enraged him.
After what seemed like hours passed, Bobby appeared in the doorway as a shadow.
"Mary's gone." He murmured and John snapped his head up.
"What?!" He exclaimed, his voice sounding dry and cracked but Bobby carried on.
"She grabbed all of Dean's hunting stuff and left in the Impala. I didn't want to stop her." Bobby explained and John grabbed Bobby's coat and gripped it so hard his knuckles were going white as he glared into the hunter's eyes.
"That's not a good answer." He growled to Bobby, who shoved him off with an angry grunt.
"Well sorry I'm not managing your family, John. Now get out of my house." He ordered, and John tried to comprehend his demand.
"What? Why?" He felt his jaw go slack.
"Dean was alive and healthy without you all getting involved! Besides, Dean was right. Alaistair managed to get in here and kill him, so you need to take your son and hightail it somewhere else. Play the game that Dean was playing for years and take up his legacy." Bobby told him and John struggled to keep up.
"But.. Sammy can't live this life." He tried desperately, and Bobby actually punched him. John went reeling back with curses but stopped as the dark force of Bobby towered over him.
"Maybe you should've thought of that before you started following Dean around, trying to be like him!" Bobby snapped and slammed the door behind him on his way out.
John grasped at his jaw and saw movement from the bed and noticed that Sam got up and started packing his things.
"We should go, dad." He mumbled, his eyes bloodshot and his form small, but John knew he was right.
"Okay buddy.." John replied and grabbed his things.
They left the Salvage yard in a hour.
Funny, the Winchester's came into the yard with just one hunter.
Now that's all changed so drastically.
A/N: So.. LAST CHAPTER GUYS BUT SEQUEL WILL BE UP BY THE END OF THE WEEK I'M SURE!
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