Title: Sweet Child of Mine
Description: John & sons check out a haunted museum
aislinn - April 11, 2009 04:13 AM (GMT)
Disclaimer: Supernatural and it's characters belong to the genius that is known as Eric Kripke, I'm just playing with them. I promise to put them back when I am finished.
Sweet Child of Mine
Willis Benson stood in his upstairs bedroom window and looked out over the small family cemetery that sat on the other side of the narrow dirt road in front of his house. His eyes followed the small figure of his wife as she made her nightly visit to the mausoleum where the dead body of their infant son had been laid to rest. He noticed a flash of lighting off in the distance and realized that a summer thunderstorm was brewing. He thought of going to his wife and making her come back inside but he knew that would be foolish; she would not come back until her motherly duties were finished.
Willis shook his head. He couldn’t believe that he had given into his wife’s grief and allowed her to still care for the child. He shuddered when he thought of her as she changed the diaper of and fed their dead son. He pictured her sitting in the rocking chair humming lullabies as she rocked the child to sleep. His brow furrowed as he thought of the money spent installing the gas pipeline and light that stayed forever lit because the child was afraid of the dark.
A loud clap of thunder startled Willis out of his musings. Turning his back from the window he had planned on going to the kitchen to make a pot of tea when a shrill scream made him pause. Another scream sent the man running from his bedroom, down the stair case and out into the summer storm. Moving as fast as his legs could carry him, Willis ran straight for the mausoleum. He pulled the door open and the sight he saw was one that would haunt him for the rest of life.
“Hey dad, this place sounds interesting listen to what I was able to find,” Sam said as he ate his breakfast in yet another roadside diner, “The Gate Cottage that was once part of the State Hospital for the Mentally Impaired before it closed down in 1995 has been turned into a museum. The Gate Cottage, the Quad along with a very distinctive Queen Anne water tower, Noble Lodge and a small chapel are all that remain of the old hospital; everything else has been torn down.
The museum is used as a satellite learning center for the psychology department of the local university and in the spring of 1997 it opened to the public. The museum gives a history of the hospital from the day construction began, in 1854, to its final operating day in 1995 as well as a history of psychiatric care through the years.
The Gate Cottage was so named because it is located near the entrance of the hospital grounds. The cottage had for a time been used to house women patients. There has been talk of the place being haunted as early as the 1870’s. There is even a story about a murder-suicide that took place in the cottage,” Sam scratched the back of his neck and wrinkled his nose. Looking up from his notes he glanced at his father then back down, “I guess that is the reason we are going isn’t it? I mean to check out the supposed haunting. This is real interesting all the victims appear to be women. What’s even more strange is that the victims are always pregnant.
It says here that when the attacks first began any woman who was found to be pregnant was removed from the building. Patients would be sent to another ward and nurses would be transferred. The attacks had stopped or at least slowed after that measure was put in place. In the early 1900’s the building was switched to house male patients and it stayed that way until 1995 when it was closed. When the male patients were there no attacks occurred but the usual tell tale signs of lights flickering, cold spots, voices and scratching still occurred. All this happened at around the same time every year, during the last week of July or the first few weeks of August, before and after these weeks no activity is evident.”
John reached out for the paper his son had been reading. He scanned the print out and smiled, for all the complaining that boy does he sure is a whiz when it comes to research, he thought. He couldn’t help but feel proud of his youngest; Sam had grown so much in his seventeen years that he hardly recognized him. Sam was a good 3-4 inches taller than both him and his older brother, which was something Sam took great pleasure in reminding his older sibling about every chance he got. He had put on muscle and carried a good strong build. He handled a gun as well as anyone and was just as good a fighter and his researching abilities were unmatched; he was growing into an accomplished hunter. There was just one problem his attitude, and lately there was a lot of it to be had.
John had been growing concerned over the fights they had been having lately. He didn’t understand why Sam wouldn’t accept things as they were; why he had to keep looking for more; why he couldn’t be more like his brother. He realized that this life, the life of a hunter, wasn’t an easy one; but, it was their life. John sighed and watched as Sam finished off his breakfast, his nose stuck in a book lost in the story the pages held. That kid needs a hair cut and bad, John thought then quickly pushed the thought aside. No fights today Winchester, he reprimanded himself, Sam did good he came through with the research. Allow yourself to be proud of him, leave the fighting for another day.
“Sam could you go check on your brother he’s been in the bathroom long enough, I’ll pack things up here. Tell him to get a move on I promised Hal we’d be in town by dinner and it’s an eight hour drive from here.”
“Ok,” Sam said then snickered, “I bet he’s talking to some girl.”
“He better not be if he knows what’s good for him,” John replied.
Sam headed off in the direction of the bathroom while John started to clear off the table. He picked up the research papers Sam had printed out at the local library and placed them in the worn backpack Sam carried. Next he picked up the book that Sam had been reading and placed that in the backpack He checked to make sure he had gotten everything before he zipped the pack shut.
As he waited for Sam to bring his missing brother back to the table John finished the rest of his coffee and thought about the upcoming job. He had been called by Hal an acquaintance of his, and was asked to come check things out. Hal told him about the museum and of how a friend’s wife had been appointed the director about a year ago and at that time nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Then about a month ago they found out that she was pregnant. And, just last week she was pushed hard from behind. She heard a laugh that seemed more like a cackle and the air turned increasingly cold. Since then things have progressively gotten worse.
At first they looked for alternative answers to what was going on, they refused to believe that the place could be haunted, or that the stories surrounding the place could be true. Then when his friend’s wife was pushed down a small set of stairs they asked Hal to call John and arrange for him to come look the place over. Luckily the wife only suffered a few bruises and the baby was left unharmed.
John was brought back from his thoughts when his oldest son stepped up beside the table. He stood up, took the check off the table and headed to the counter to pay their bill. Turning back he saw that his boys had already grabbed their things and had headed out to the parking lot. By the time he caught up to them Sam had already settled himself into the front passenger seat of his brother’s car. Dean, his oldest, was leaning against the hood waiting for his father.
“We have about an eight hour drive ahead of us. I promised Hal that we would be in town about dinner time; that means we should be at his place no later than six. It’s already nine; we’re going to be cutting it close. Stay tight behind me, minimize the pit stops and we should make it. If it looks like we’re going to be late I’ll give him a call.” John walked over to his truck that was parked next to his sons car, got in and turned the engine over. He pulled up to the parking lots exit and waited for his son to pull in behind him before he turned out and headed off towards their next hunt.
scorpio1311 - April 11, 2009 09:12 PM (GMT)
That's a great start Aislinn. Looking forward to the next installment. :D
cindy123 - April 11, 2009 10:43 PM (GMT)
:) Nice start aislinn. Glad to see a new one from you. Can't wait to see what this is all about. A little creeped out by the mother going to feed and diaper her dead infant. 'shiver'
trickie - April 11, 2009 11:49 PM (GMT)
Nice start, interested to see where this is going.
aislinn - April 13, 2009 03:30 AM (GMT)
Scorpio thanks for the encouraging words. However, I don't want you to read anymore until an update is posted for your pre-Brigade fic. Girl you are killing me with the wait.
Trickie I am pleased that you are interested in seeing where this is going. I hope that I don't let you down.
Cindy, having you say that you're glad to see a new one from me is an honor. I really admire your work. Right now I'm reading With One Kiss and words really can not describe how wonderful that story is.
Ok here's another update. I hope that your Easter weekend was enjoyable.
It was five-thirty in the evening when John and his boys made their final turn into Hal Williams’ driveway. John turned off his trucks engine and made his way up the stone path to the porch where his friend was waiting for him. Hal stood up from the chair he was sitting on and greeted his guest, “John Winchester, it’s good to see you. I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you decided to come.” Hal reached out and gave John’s hand a firm shake.
“Well when you called, you sounded very upset. There’s also the small detail of me owing you; I haven’t forgotten how you saved my boy’s life,” the other man nodded acknowledging that he remembered the incident, “I still wish I knew what made that kid do something so stupid, racing the car like that, he could have gotten himself killed.”
Hal chuckled, “He almost did as I recall, the injuries from the accident were severe and the damage to the car was bad, but I think the biggest threat to him was you. I have never seen a father get so worked up nor have I ever seen a nineteen year old so afraid of his father. I just thank the heavens that Bobby was here to keep you away until you had cooled off. Bobby talking you into letting Dean stay here, to recover, while you and Sam followed him and the car back to his place so you could fix her up was pure genius. If my memory serves me correctly you vowed to take the car away from him, but I see he’s still got her.”
“What can I say? That little accident put the fear of me in him but good and the thought of losing her really scared him. He knows that he better watch himself with her… or else,” John said with a shrug of his shoulders, “Besides, he really loves her; she has been the only real home he has ever known. I just couldn’t take her away.”
“Hi, Doc Williams,” Sam said as he stepped up onto the porch.
“Hello, Sam. I almost didn’t recognize you. You have really grown in the last three years. Look at you, your taller than your dad. I bet you're taller than your brother too,” Hal said his eyes twinkling.
“Ha, ha, doc,” Dean said as he stepped up to the porch, “Don’t encourage him,” His green eyes lighting up at the sight of his old friend, “He already likes to remind me every chance he gets.” Dean sat his duffle down on the porch and reached his hand out to Hal offering him a friendly handshake. Hal took his hand but instead of shaking it he pulled the younger man into a fatherly hug.
“Ok,” Hal said after he let Dean free from the hug, “The guest rooms are made up. John yours is the first one on the right after you reach the top of the stairs. Sam, Dean, you two have the last room on the left. The Petittes should be here in about a half hour. I’m going to go and see if Marta needs any help in the kitchen.”
“Thanks, Hal. We’ll go get cleaned up then we’ll be down to help,” John stated as he followed his friend into the house.
“It’s nice to be staying in a real home for a change isn’t it, Dean,” Sam asked his brother as they were unpacking their bags, “It’ll be nice to eat something other bad diner food.”
“Yeah, it’s nice,” Dean agreed, “Hey, Sammy have you seen my green button down? I can’t find it anywhere.” Dean was sitting on his bed digging through his bag, dressed in a white tee-shirt a pair of his best jeans, his hair still wet from the shower he had just taken.
“My name’s Sam and here it is.” Sam replied as he pulled the shirt from his duffle, "Must have gotten mixed in with mine last time we washed." Sam tossed his brother the shirt then headed to the bathroom so he could shower.
“Better hurry up there, Samantha. You know how dad gets when were late and I’m betting that you’re going to be late, seeing how it takes you at least an hour to style that hair of yours,” Dean laughed as he put his button down shirt on over his white tee.
“Oh that’s real funny, short stuff. You know you can be a real jerk sometimes,” Sam huffed as he pulled the bathroom door closed.
Dean headed out of the room and made his way down the stairs to find his dad and Hal talking to a young couple in the living room. The conversation stopped as he entered the room and he could feel everyone staring at him. Hal noticing the unease that had developed in the younger man, he cleared his throat and made the introductions, “Steve and Livi Pettite this is Dean. He’s John’s oldest son.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Steve smiled as he shook Dean’s hand, “From what Hal and your father has told me that sweet girl parked out in Hal’s drive belongs to you. She’s a ’67 Impala, right?”
“Yes, sir” Dean proudly answered back, “Dad gave her to me after I turned sixteen.”
“Well, she sure is a beauty. Do you think I could talk you into giving me a ride in her sometime?”
“Steve,” Livi giggled, “Please, you’ll have to excuse my husband. He’s quite a fanatic when it comes to cars, especially the older more classic cars."
“Everyone,” Marta Williams called from the living room entrance, “If you would like to make your way to the dining room dinner is ready.”
After he had gotten showered and dressed, Sam had gone straight to the kitchen to see if he could help Mrs. Williams. She had put him to work setting the bowls with the sides and the platter with the roast out on the table. He had just finished setting the last bowl when the rest of the dinner party made their way into the dinning room.
After dessert Hal, John and the Pettites went back into the living to discuss the job while the boys stayed to help Mrs. Williams clear the table. After the table was cleared, Dean headed off to the living room to catch up on the discussion, while Mrs. Williams washed the dishes and Sam dried and put them away.
Livi told John in her own words what had happened to her. She explained that she still didn’t believe in ghosts, but she couldn’t find another explanation that fit. She only agreed to Hal calling John in because if there was a chance something paranormal was going on she feared for her safety and for the safety of her staff.
“I understand your feelings, Mrs. Pettite. To be honest with you I wasn’t a believer either, until I was pulled into this line of work. We’ll meet you tomorrow morning at the museum. You can give us a tour of the building and we can start to get a feel for the place. I have a question that maybe you can answer for me now. Sam had found that a murder-suicide took place at the Gate Cottage, would you be able to tell me their names and the circumstances surrounding their deaths?”
“Yes, it’s not something we like to talk about but if you think it might help,” Livi said taking in a shaky breath, “It involved an orderly by the name of Nathanel Johnson and a patient named Hattie Benson…”
trickie - April 13, 2009 10:07 AM (GMT)
The boys get to stay in a home with real home cooked meals. John better be careful Dean may never want to leave :lol: .
So SAm had done the research, the victims are being interviewed...yup the inspection if the site is next.
dmartins - April 13, 2009 02:47 PM (GMT)
I wonder sam is a important player in this story. Please tell me because i kind of hope that maybe sam is the receination of the dead infant. What do you think? Am I right?
scorpio1311 - April 17, 2009 06:17 PM (GMT)
|QUOTE (aislinn @ Apr 12 2009, 11:30 PM)|
| Scorpio thanks for the encouraging words. However, I don't want you to read anymore until an update is posted for your pre-Brigade fic. Girl you are killing me with the wait.|
I did as asked, Aislinn, and didn't read your story until I posted mine. :P :D
- The exchange between the boys.
- The quick explanation for the closeness between Dean and Dr. Williams.
- Sam being helpful domestically - very in character at this stage as hunting is more his Dad's and Dean's thing.
- Dean helping as well, because he was raised properly, but then off to business.
- Using the Impala to cause a quick bonding between Steve and Dean (which may become important later, if I know my Aislinn) :)
As always, anticipating the next installment. :hug:
aislinn - April 20, 2009 02:50 AM (GMT)
Thank you to those who have read and to those who have commented. Sam is very important, but he is not the reincarnation of the Benson's son, sorry. Ok here is the next update.
“Hattie had come to stay at the hospital after the tragic death of her son, Joshua. He had just turned a year old when he contracted measles. While we don’t worry too much about measles today, it was a very deadly disease back in the 1860’s, and young Joshua was one of its victims.
Hattie had a difficult time dealing with the loss of her son and soon found a disturbing way to cope. She would make nightly visits to the family crypt across from the family’s home. While there she would care for the child as if he were still alive. Then one night in late summer her husband found her passed out on the cold cement floor of the crypt her dead child’s body laying beside her. The body had become so decayed that the eyes had fallen out of its skull causing the young mother to pass out from fright.
The shock of seeing her child’s eye’s fall from their sockets caused Hattie to fall into a catatonic state. Mr. Benson having no idea of how he could help his wife had heard about the new mental facility that had been built only an hour away from his home. He called and made arraignments for Mrs. Benson to be committed immediately.
In late August of 1868 Mr. Benson helped his wife into their carriage and made his way to the hospital. Mrs. Benson remained in her catatonic state for over two years. Mr. Benson’s visits had dwindled down over those years and eventually stopped altogether. Then in the winter of 1870 a young orderly by the name of Nathanel Johnson was put to work at the Gate Cottage.
Nathanel took a sudden interest in Mrs. Benson and her case. The tragic circumstances pulled at his heart and he felt terribly bad for the young woman. With Nathanel’s constant caring attention the walls that Hattie had built up started to crumble and by the following winter she had made vast improvements.
Mrs. Benson and Mr. Johnson had an illicit affair that resulted in her becoming pregnant. The affair and pregnancy became public in July of 1873 and by the second week of August, Hattie and Nathanel were found dead in her room. All evidence pointed to Nathanel murdering Hattie by stabbing her through the heart with a kitchen knife. Nathanel had been found with a needle stuck in his arm. It appeared that he had dissolved some Thallium in water and then shot it straight into his blood stream. It would have been a slow and painful death and many believed that it was his way of punishing himself for having killed Hattie.
The next year on the anniversary of the affairs disclosure up to the time of their deaths the first set of attacks began. At first they were just written off as people being clumsy, however as they grew in intensity talk began going around that it was Nathanel seeking revenge on Hattie for destroying his life. After the last round of attacks claimed a life the hospital removed all women from the Gate Cottage and it stayed that way up until now.”
“That’s just sick,” Dean said clearly bothered by what he had just heard.
“Dean,” John said he tone holding a warning.
“What,” Dean asked. “It is. I mean come on her husband didn’t think about getting her help until after she was driven completely mad by her dead son’s eyes falling out of his decayed skull?”
John set Dean with a stern stare that relayed the message he had gone a little too far. He then turned his attention to Livi, “I’m sorry Mrs. Pettite. Please forgive my son, sometimes he doesn’t stop to think before he speaks. I hope the callousness of his words hasn’t offended you.”
“Please call me Livi,” she answered back giving John a polite smile, “It’s alright. I understand where he is coming from. I may have put it differently, but I agree with Dean; the entire matter was handled poorly.”
“Livi, hon, look it’s getting late, don’t you think that maybe we should be heading home,” Steven asked his wife. He could feel the tension John still held; despite his wife’s reassuring words that everything was fine.
Livi having picked up on her husband’s intent nodded that she agreed with him. Standing from the chair she had been sitting in she walked over to where John was standing and shook his hand then she turned to Dean, “It really was a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at the museum,” taking his hand in hers she gave it a tight squeeze. She let go of Dean’s hand then walked over to Hal, kissing her friend on the cheek she bid him goodbye then headed off to find Marta so she could thank her for the evening.
Steve shook John’s hand; bid goodnight to Hal then turned his attention to Dean, “You know I meant what I said about your car. I’m not going to give up on trying to get a ride.”
“Steve,” Livi called from the living room doorway. “Leave the poor boy alone,” she said while laughing, “Come on, I better you get you home before you convince him to take you out tonight.”
Hal walked his guests to the door leaving John and Dean alone in the living room. After he was sure they were alone John reached over and smacked his son on the back of his head. “Hey what was that for,” Dean asked rubbing the back of his head.
John huffed, “Like you don’t know. Your comments were way out of line. I thought I raised you better than that. Mrs. Benson was suffering from a mental illness and what happened to her was horrible. You’re just lucky Livi is as understanding as she is. Ok it’s late and I suggest you head upstairs and get some rest for tomorrow. I expect you to think things through before you speak tomorrow. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Dean answered then headed upstairs.
“You know John, you are pretty hard on that boy sometimes,” Hal addressed his old friend as he re-entered the living room; “He didn’t mean anything by it.”
John ran a hand over his tired face, “I know Hal, but in our line of work we need to not alienate those we are, working with, trying to help. He really needs to learn, no he needs to understand that what you say and how you say it matters.” John headed off to go upstairs and turn in. He stopped at the living room entrance, “Thanks for dinner Hal and thanks for letting us stay here. I’m going to head up to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, John and you’re welcome. All I ask is that you remember he’s a good kid and from what I have heard he is good at what he does.”
trickie - April 20, 2009 09:54 AM (GMT)
The background story was great! So they suspect that Nathan is the spirit? I don't know, something tells me there is more to it, much more.
John! MY oh my, it seems John is the sensitive one here,lol. Dean merely said what the others were already thinking, which is typical of the boy. I think sometimes John over reacts. Hal's right, Dean is a good kid, and is good at what he does. John should praise his boys once in awhile.
cindy123 - April 21, 2009 12:59 AM (GMT)
:) Wonderful updates aislinn. Sorry I didn't get here sooner. Love the story so far and am anxious to see where you take it. And thanks so much for your shoutout for my story. I'm glad you are enjoying it. I can't wait for the next chapter. Hopefully I can keep up better now that my kids schedules are easing up a bit! Take care.
scorpio1311 - April 21, 2009 01:22 PM (GMT)
Aw poor Hattie - I think I would have died of fright and not gone catatonic *shudders*. Shame on Mr. Benson to stop visiting - marriage is "in sickness and in health" the ass! :angry:
Livi is sweet, Steve sounds cool and me :wub: Dr. Hal - sticking up for Dean - stupid John <_< *smacks him on the back of the head - meanie.
Well done Aislinn. :hi5 I have a theory as to who it might be doing the haunting - can't wait to find out if I'm right! :D
*sitting on chair, hands clasped loosely in lap, wearing a benign smile, waiting patiently*
aislinn - April 23, 2009 01:28 AM (GMT)
Thank you Trickie, Cindy (please don't worry about how long it takes to read. It means a lot to me that you are. Besides if it means you are working on your story, it is worth it.) Scorpio, I'm curious as to who think it is.
Ok here goes the next update.
Sam jumped as the door to the room he shared with his brother was closed with more force then necessary. He looked up from the book he was reading and could tell from his brother’s expression that something was bothering him. Sighing, he closed the book and sat it on the bed next to him. Damn it dad, Sam thought to himself, now what did Dean do?
Sam hated the way his father would get after his brother for things that most normal people would just over look. He hated watching as his brother did everything he could think of to please their father, yet it never seemed to be enough. He hated how his father would make his brother feel, like he wasn’t smart enough or good enough; how he just kept pushing Dean harder and harder until Sam was sure he would break. He hated how his father didn’t notice or even seem to care. Most of all he hated this life.
Dean could feel Sam staring at him and he was getting more then a little unnerved by it. Running a hand over his tired face he closed his eyes, leaned back against his beds headboard and asked, “What?”
Sam sighed, “What? That’s what I should be asking you. What did dad say/do to you now?”
Opening his eyes, Dean turned his head so he was looking at his brother, Sam could see how much his brother had been hurt by whatever had happened. Sam smiled a sad smile, no matter how hard his brother tried to hide his innermost feelings, his eyes always gave him away. Sam had heard that the eyes were the windows to the soul and even though he really didn’t believe it himself, he had to admit that Dean’s eyes were pretty convincing.
“Nothing,” Dean said he really didn’t want to go there with Sam tonight, “Nothing, really.” Dean didn’t want to give Sam another reason to be angered with their dad. It seemed to him that as of late his brother and father were bumping heads over every little thing. Seeing that his little brother wasn’t buying it he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Dean put his feet on the floor he leaned forward and he placed his elbows on his thighs, his legs apart. Clasping his hands together he fixed Sam with a look that conveyed his desire to not discuss the issue further, however his stubborn pest of a little brother refused to get the message.
“Nothing? Oh, ok, so you closed the door harder then necessary just because you felt like it,” Sam huffed, his body mirroring his brothers in the way they were sitting, “Uh, uh nope not buying it. What happened?”
Dean let out an angry breath and his green eyes turned a shade darker, warning Sam that he was treading water better left un-tread. Sam just sat there his eyes fixed on his brother’s letting him know that he wasn’t going to back down. Dean realized he wasn’t going to get Sam to back down so he caved, “Sam, really it was nothing. I got a little out of line while talking to the Pettites and dad called me on it.” Seeing the doubt that filled Sam’s eyes Dean continued, “Seriously, that’s all it was.”
“Ok, so what did you do,” Sam prodded. He didn’t believe that Dean would have done anything during an interview that would have been bad enough to be considered out of line.
Running a hand through his cropped sandy blonde hair the elder brother started to tell Sam what had happened. He relayed the story that Mrs. Pettite had told them about Hattie and Nathanel. He told him about how when she had finished he blurted out that it was sick, without thinking it might have offended her. He went on to explain that John had let him know that he should have thought it out before he had spoken and that he hoped tomorrow he would. Dean finished by shrugging his shoulders, “Dad was right, Sam. I should have thought.”
Sam felt his insides twisting as he tried to suppress the anger that had begun to build. How could his father have thought that was out of line? Was he serious? Ok, he had to admit that it probably wasn’t the most sensitive way to put it, but out of line, no way, nuh uh. Sam shook his head, “Dean why do you let him talk to you like that? You can’t expect me to believe that you really think he is right, do you? C’mon, dude, all you said was it was sick and it was.”
“Sam, please, not now.” Sam recognized the tone of voice, the one that let him know his brother wasn’t really up to it. The tone that let him know his brother was tired and just wanted to let it go. As if to confirm, Dean picked up the book Sam had placed on the bed. “Whatcha reading,” Dean’s eyes grew big, “Sam?”
Now it was Sam’s turn to feel the discomfort of a questioning sibling, “What,” he asked trying to look innocent.
“What? I thought we had discussed this and that the issue had been left closed. What are you doing with a book on criminal law? Please, don’t tell me that you are still considering going off to college.”
Sam answered the frustration he was feeling clearly evident, “No, Dean, you and dad discussed it while I sat and listened. For you two the issue was considered closed. For me it’s still open. I don’t like this life. It’s not for me. I talked to Mrs. Williams and told her that I was considering going to law school. She leant me the book.” Sam could feel the unease that his brother was feeling and the underlying displeasure that was developing towards Mrs. Williams. He could almost guess what his brother was thinking. “Look, she’s not interfering, alright. She told me that I could look her books over but that she was in no way encouraging me one way or the other. She understands that this decision is a family decision, but that ultimately it is mine to make. Dean, I’m going to be eighteen next year, an adult,” Sam lowered his eyes before continuing, “Just, because you refuse to think for yourself, doesn’t mean I have to.”
Dean drew in a sharp breath. He felt as if someone had sucker punched him hard in his stomach. Is that what Sam really thought, that he didn’t think for himself. Did Sam really think that all he was, was a mindless robot who only did whatever their father programmed him to? Afraid that he might do or say something he would regret later, Dean grabbed his pajama bottoms and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Sam watched his brother as he walked to the bathroom. He noticed the way his brother’s shoulders slumped. Way to go, Sam, he mentally kicked himself, as if dad didn’t beat him down enough. He startled when the bathroom door opened, “Hey, uhm. Dean, man, I’m sorry. Really………”
“Save it Sam. It’s late and I’m tired,” Dean pulled the covers back on the bed and climbed under them pulling them up to his shoulders. Turning so he was laying on his side his facing away from Sam he asked, “Hey, could you please turn off the light? I’m sure the Williams’ wouldn’t mind if you went downstairs to finish reading.”
“No, it’s alright. I was going to turn in myself. Dean,” Sam tried once more, “I really didn’t mean it. It’s just that this isn’t what I want to do. There has to be something else out there I’m meant for. Please, Dean, I’m sorry.” Sam sat waiting for his brother to answer but when no answer came he reached over and turned the light off. Sam snuggled under his own covers and soon sleep claimed him.
Dean rolled over and looked at his brother as he slept, “It isn’t what I want for you either, Sammy.”
trickie - April 23, 2009 01:48 AM (GMT)
Aww, Dean sweet whispered moments. So sweet. Those boys need to learn to be awake to catch those soft moments.
Poor Sam, not wanting to go into the family business and feeling cornered. It doesn't matter what the line of business is, its a common story the world over, and it never gets resolved easily. Sam needs to go for what he wants.
And Dean, getting crap from his dad, then from his brother...he needs a hug. I volunteer :hug B)
cutiedean - April 23, 2009 03:40 AM (GMT)
deanslittleangel666 - April 25, 2009 10:36 AM (GMT)
Wow just found this fic and it's awesome and i'm hooked already and i cant wait for more. So please update soon.
I really feel bad for Dean, John seems to be on his case 24/7 and Sam's no better he just adds to the stress and pain that John cause the poor guy, it any wonder that Dean hasnt snapped.
aislinn - April 27, 2009 01:52 AM (GMT)
Thank you, Trickie, Cutiedean and Deanslittleangel666 for taking the time to read and comment. And I'm there in line behind you waiting to give Dean a hug.
The early morning sun shone over the tress at the end of the hospital’s entrance drive. About a quarter mile past the entrance gate, on the left side, stood the Gate Cottage. Having left his truck at the Williams’, John was driving the Impala with Dean in the front passenger seat and Sam riding in the back.
John pulled the car into an empty parking space and looked up to see Livi walking towards them. He got out of the car, followed by both the boys and waited for Mrs. Pettite to greet them. “Morning, John, Dean,” Livi said a smile forming on her lips when she mentioned Dean, “Hello, Sam.”
“Good morning, Livi,” John replied and then looking over the crowded parking lot, “There seems to be quite a few cars here this morning. I thought we were going to have the place to ourselves for a while.”
Livi shook her head, “I’m sorry John; the university called and asked if they could switch their next Monday’s appointment to today. The guest speaker they had set for Monday needed to reschedule and I couldn’t tell them no. We rely on the money we get from them for a lot of our operating costs, without it we wouldn’t be able to be open for the public.”
“Maybe we could come back. It’ll be hard to not be noticed with all these people milling about. What time will they be finished?”
“They booked the place for the entire day and most of the evening. I’m sorry John,” Livi looked at the man then offered out a bit of an olive branch, “but, I do know that most of their time will be spent in the dinning area of the building. That’s where they are holding the seminar part of the class today. Their agenda is as follows from seven a.m. to eight a.m. a small breakfast will be served. Then, from eight a.m. to ten a.m. they will discuss the room conditions for patients and how they have changed over the years; followed by a brief tour of the lower portion of the building so they can get a visual of the rooms as they changed through time. I thought that from eight to ten you could look the building over and then from ten to ten thirty you could check out the dining area. You really won’t look out of place as we are still open to the general public; the only part that is closed off is the dining room.”
John scratched the back of his neck as he thought over his options. Two hours would be plenty of time for him and Dean to check out the rest of the building without anyone from the seminar seeing them, that is, if no one from the seminar was to get bored and decide they’d rather walk around. The idea of leaving and then coming back later wasn’t very appealing but, the risk of being caught was much lower. Shrugging, John decided that since they were already here they might as well stay. “Ok, I guess we can give it a try. Dean, help me get the gear we’ll need out of the trunk. Sam, will you go with Mrs. Pettite, she’s going to show you the library/record room they have here.”
With Sam following Livi to the library/record room and he and Dean geared up they headed off into the building. After they had entered the building they spilt up, Dean taking the right side of the building and John taking the left, the side that the dining room was on. It wasn’t that John didn’t trust Dean to keep his activities hidden; he just felt that he could do a better a job at it.
After the first floor of the building had been thoroughly checked over they headed to the second floor once again splitting up, Dean to the right and John to the left. Dean noticed the air growing colder around him as he made his way down the hall and through each room. The air got particularly cold around the nurses station and the infirmary then warmed again until he reached room 215, which would have been the room Hattie Benson stayed in. He checked his EMF meter and noticed that it was spiking at an unusually high level. He also noticed that the lights had begun to flicker.
He turned to go and get his dad so he could tell him what he had found when he felt an icy breath on the back of his neck. The next thing he felt was a hard shove in the middle of his back and he heard someone whisper, “You shouldn’t have come.” Keeping control of the fear that threatened to overtake him he took off in search of his father.
Molly Adams had grown bored in the class and had decided to go looking around the cottage on her own. She had made her way upstairs and was just about to pass the nurse’s station when a sudden bout of nausea struck. Quickly she turned and entered the public bathroom and headed to the nearest stall. Dropping to her knees she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Standing up she made her way to the sink, washed her hands then rinsed her mouth out with water.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was nineteen and had just started her college career. Her father had begged her to stay and go to the local community college but she had insisted on moving out and going to the university. She had met her current boyfriend during orientation and it wasn’t to long after they had begun a physical relationship. Now, here she was pregnant and afraid to tell her parents and terrified to tell her boyfriend.
Molly reached in her purse pulled out her hair brush and ran it through her hair. She then pulled out a stick of gum and popped it in her mouth. She checked her appearance once again and headed to leave to the bathroom. She took one step and found that she couldn’t move. It felt as if an invisible wall had been put up around her. The faucets had turned on and hot water fell from the taps. The mirrors steamed up and writing formed on their surfaces.
Molly stood in shock as the words, Dirty Little Tramp, were written across the steamed surface of the bathroom’s mirrors. The taps turned off and the temperature in the room began to chill. A mist formed in the back corner of the room and shifted into the form of a woman. The woman was transparent, however Molly could make out that she was dressed in a long grey dress that was covered in what looked like blood. Finding her voice Molly let out a startled scream.
In the hall Dean, who had been passing the bathroom, heard Molly’s panicked cry. Without even thinking about where he was headed he rushed into the bathroom to see Molly being tossed against the far wall, her body hit the wall and she slid stunned to the floor. Dean tried to get to her but before he could, he was picked up tossed in the opposite direction.
Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out the small baggie of rock salt he had brought with him. A cold hand grabbed him around the throat while that whispering voice said, “I should have known you’d take her side.” Struggling for breath he pulled out a handful of salt and threw it out in front of him. The hand that had been chocking him let go and the temperature in the room began to rise. Dean pulled himself up and went to check on Molly.
Molly sat stunned by what had just happened. She flinched when Dean reached out and checked the back of her head for signs of injury; however she calmed down as he soothingly said, “It’s alright. Let’s get you out of here.” He hooked his arm around her waist and helped her to her feet. Letting her rest against him he helped her walk out of the bathroom and down the hall. He found his dad and told him what had happened. John took Molly and they headed down to the first floor to find Livi so she could fill in Molly’s instructor and have Molly checked out.
On the way down the stairs John began to tell Molly that it would probably be better if they said that she had slipped on a wet floor instead of what had really happened. By the time they had reached the bottom of the stairs he had convinced her that it would be for the best, she didn’t want anyone to think she was crazy after all.
Dean had to smile at his dad and the way he had with people. Dean was one hundred percent sure that if he wanted to his dad could convince the entire earth’s population that the sky was indeed a deep shade of red, instead of blue, and that they had all been brainwashed to believe otherwise.
As he headed down the staircase he felt the air around him grow cold and heard the whispering voice yet again, “Once a scoundrel, always a scoundrel,” then he felt himself falling down the stairs.
trickie - April 27, 2009 02:03 AM (GMT)
Uh-oh! I think maybe Dean resembles someone that the ghost is pissed with? Man she is quite temperamental isn't she? Dean finds the ghost, rescues the girl and I bet he didn't get any praise from his old man. All he got was a quick trip down the stairs.
deanslittleangel666 - April 27, 2009 11:13 AM (GMT)
Awesome Chapter i loved it!!
Uh-oh Dean can never catch a break poor kid, i wonder if john will take the time now to see who his son is and stop taking him for granted.
Cant wait for the next update.
cindy123 - April 30, 2009 01:33 PM (GMT)
;) All caught up again! Great chapters hon. John can be such a harda$$ at times! Dean deserves a bit of praise from his dad, not what he's been getting. I hope Dean is okay. He could sure use a break! Can't wait to read more of this wonderful story.
scorpio1311 - May 1, 2009 06:16 PM (GMT)
Read the last two installments on the commute home last night - wonderful!!!
|no matter how hard his brother tried to hide his innermost feelings, his eyes always gave him away. |
|however his stubborn pest of a little brother refused to get the message.|
Heheh - you've got him pegged!
|“Just, because you refuse to think for yourself, doesn’t mean I have to.”|
Ooooo low blow Sammy, low blow! :angry:
|“It isn’t what I want for you either, Sammy.”|
|Livi said a smile forming on her lips when she mentioned Dean|
Aww Livi is letting Dean know that she's not upset with him - me like her! :)
Ooookay - hmmmm - well I have to rethink who the ghost is now 'cause not who I originally thought - cool glad I was wrong - I hate knowing too early. :D
Guess Dr. Williams is going to have to patch Dean up again - this town certainly isn't safe for Dean is it??
MORE please :wub:
aislinn - May 3, 2009 04:54 AM (GMT)
Again thank you for reading and posting your comments. Scorpio, I'm still curious to know who you think the ghost is. Ok here's the next update and I apologize in advance my muse hit me and wouldn't let go, she didn't seem to mind that it was getting late. So with fingers crossed here goes.
“I thought you said that the spirit had never attacked a man before. That once all the women who were pregnant were kept out of the building the attacks stopped. That’s what you said, isn’t it,” John asked his youngest as he paced the floor at the foot of the bed his oldest was lying in.
“Well, that’s what all the information I could find said. Isn’t that even what Livi had said,” Sam replied watching his dad as he paced. Sam knew his father was angry but there was no way he was going to take the blame on this one. He had done a thorough job of researching the place before they had arrived and nothing had shown up in anything he had found about men having been attacked.
“You must have missed something, overlooked something, I don’t know. But, what I do know is that we didn’t have all the information we needed and now…..”
“Now, what,” Sam snapped cutting his father off, “Look, dad, I’m sorry, I really am, but this is not my fault. If there were cases of attacks on men I haven’t come across any that have been reported. If they aren’t reported, I can’t find them. I’m not a psychic after all. Maybe, next time you can have Mystic Misty help with the research.”
“Dad. Sam,” Dean muttered. But, both men were so caught up in their discussion that neither had heard him or even noticed his was awake, so he tried again a little louder. “Dad. Sam. Could you two please take it somewhere else? I’m really not in the mood to listen to you both right now.”
John stopped his pacing and moved to stand by the side of the bed, “Hey there Dean, how ya feeling?”
Dean who had pushed himself up so he was sitting with his back propped up by some pillows didn’t answer right away; instead he just sat there his eyes moving back and forth from his father to his brother. “I’m fine,” he finally answered. Then, he thought, I have a bitch of a headache, my arm is in a cast, I’m lying in another hospital bed and my brother and dad are going at each other again. Yeah, I’m fine.
Hal who had been making his rounds and had stopped to check on Dean entered the room and addressed his patient, “Well, I see you’ve decided to wake up. How about I take a quick look, see how you’re doing and then see about getting you checked out of here?”
“That’d be great, doc,” Dean answered grateful for the impeccable timing his friend seemed to possess.
“John. Sam. You know the drill I need you to step out while I look him over. Marta is down in the cafeteria waiting to see how the patient is doing. Maybe, you could go fill her in?”
“Ok, doc. So how long do think you’ll need,” John asked as he headed out.
Hal looked at Dean, “Give us about a half hour.” Hal watched to make sure that John and Sam had really left before turning his attention back to Dean. “So, Dean, how are you are really feeling? You took a bit of a wicked fall back there. I’d have to say that you are one lucky guy. I mean it,” Hal injected seeing the look Dean was giving him, “You could have really done some serious damage to yourself, but instead you ended up with only a nasty bump on the head and a broken arm. I guess the training; John gave you boys on how to take a fall really paid off.”
At the mention of his dad’s name Dean huffed. He didn’t feel lucky. His dad and little brother, who wasn’t so little anymore, seemed to be constantly fighting and he felt like he was constantly being put in the middle. He did everything he could to keep the peace, but nothing seemed to be working.
Hal had this way of knowing what Dean was thinking. Hell, he had lived the kid’s life, caught between a tyrant of a father and a rebellious monster of a brother, doing all he could to keep the peace, until one day he had had enough and he left. The major difference between Hal and Dean, besides the fact that Dean had spent most of his life hunting the things nightmares are of made, was that Dean would never allow himself to be selfish enough to leave.
Hal pulled a chair up and sat down beside the bed. He placed his hand over Dean’s and waited for the younger man to look at him. When Dean looked up Hal continued, “You know. There is nothing you can do to keep them from going at each other. It’s not your job to keep the peace between them. Sam’s grown; he needs to look after himself. He needs to face the consequences of his actions, as does your dad. Give yourself a break. I’ve watched you over the years and the one thing that I have noticed is that you don’t look out for you. You do know that it is ok, from time to time, to put yourself first. Seriously, do you remember the last time you were lying here?”
Remember? How could he forget? It was three years ago, Sam was fourteen and his class had planned a trip to Washington D.C., over the Fourth of July holiday. Sam was excited and he really wanted to go. John had taken off on another hunt and money was really tight. Hal had given Dean a job cleaning up around his private practice, but the meager salary the job provided barely covered the rent on the apartment they were staying in and the necessities they needed, like groceries.
Even though he tried to hide it, Dean could tell that Sam was really upset about not being able to go. It was the middle of June when Dean heard about a group of kids that raced their cars for money, on the weekend. It cost $50.00 to enter with the winner taking half of the total pot. That weekend, he took the $50.00 from the emergency fund and headed to the old air field where the races were being held.
He found out when he got there that the races were held in heats. The first heat was made up of four to five cars, each driver paying the $50.00 entrance fee. The first heats would run until all drivers had raced and the winners had been named. The second round of heats ran much like the first with the winners being paired off. It went like this until there were two drivers left. The last two standing would face off with the winner collecting between $500.00 to $1000.00
Dean had easily blown through the first sets of heats and soon he found himself in the final race. The kid he was up against, Jonah Reeves, was kind of a local legend. Jonah had been the overall winner every weekend, for the last three summers in a row.
Dean won and having collected the prize money he headed back to the apartment. What Dean hadn’t counted on was Jonah being a sore loser. Jonah followed Dean out to the highway and then ran him off the road. A policeman who had been patrolling the area saw the accident as it happened. To him it looked like Dean had lost control while he was racing and ran into a ditch. Because it was late and dark he couldn’t make out the other car, he radioed in the general direction the car was headed but, knew that their chances of finding the car and its driver were slim.
Dean had ended up with his left leg and right arm broken. His chest badly bruised from where he had hit the steering wheel. A broken nose and the front end of his car smashed in. John had been livid when he got the news. He called a friend in to finish the job he was on and he came right back. Dean took all the heat for what happened, after all it wasn’t like Sam had asked him to race. Dean took all the heat and he never once told his dad the reason he did it.
That reason didn’t seem to matter anyways. Hal who had seen the effect John’s anger was having on his son talked him into going with Bobby and fixing up the car. John had insisted that Sam go with him, putting Sam at Bobby’s over the Fourth of July.
Hal, having gotten to the truth behind what had happened; decided to help the boys out. He called John and told him that he could really use Sam’s help. Hal had explained that since Dean was too injured to work, he had hoped that Sam could cover for him, until he could find someone else. John, grateful that their friend had moved Dean in with him and his wife while he recovered agreed that Sam could come back and work until the doc could find a permanent replacement.
“This is what I’m talking about, son. You could have gotten yourself killed that night. So much could have happened during the race, but none of that mattered to you. The only thing that mattered was getting the money so Sam could go. And, now, well here you are, lying here, again, injured feeling as if you need to look out for your dad and your brother. When the truth of the matter is that they should be looking out for you,” Hal paused, then continued, “Ok, what do you say we get you checked out of here?” Hal stood up and turned to leave the room, “I’ll be right back with the paperwork.”
John who had been standing on the other side of the door quickly ducked around the corner before the doctor noticed him. He leaned against the wall and he thought about what he had just heard. He felt like he should be angry over the fact that he had been lied to and conspired against, but he just couldn’t. He realized that he had put a lot on Dean’s shoulders, and while he had no other alternative, he could at least show his appreciation every now and then.
John tracked Hal down and told him what he was planning on doing. He asked him to cover for him and he left the hospital to find Steven and to take him up on his offer.
trickie - May 3, 2009 05:17 AM (GMT)
Ooooh, John eavesdropped on their private conversation, but thankfully he isn't pissed, but is using his new found information to try to sets things right with his oldest. About time he gave Dean the recognition he deserves. So what does the eldest Winchester have planned and how long can he hold on to this new outlook?
Can't wait for the next chap,
scorpio1311 - May 4, 2009 03:23 AM (GMT)
Very nice back story chapter - very curious as to what John is cooking up with Steve. Glad to see John can admit to not being perfect and try to make amends with Dean.
Can't wait for the muse to 'hit' you again! :D
cindy123 - May 7, 2009 02:27 AM (GMT)
:) Another nice chapter hon. Glad Dean is okay. Can't wait to read more.
aislinn - May 10, 2009 03:09 AM (GMT)
Thank you Tirckie, Scorp and Cindy for taking the time to read and comment. It does mean a lot. Ok here goes a little more.
Hal headed to the cafeteria to find Sam and ask Marta if she could take the boys home. He found them huddled at a corner table talking about college and law school. Hal shook his head, he knew it was Sam’s dream to go off to school but he also knew that John would never allow it. Hal also found himself feeling a little upset with Marta and her encouragement of Sam. It wasn’t their place to interfere no matter how they felt, he was John’s boy and the decision had to be made between them.
Hal walked over to the table and addressed his wife, “Marta, Dean is ready to go home. The paperwork is all filled out and filed and he can leave, there’s just one little problem, he needs a way home. John had an errand he needed to run and asked me to ask if you could take the boys home.” Hal looked over to Sam and could see the storm clouds brewing.
“Typical,” Sam growled out, “The hunt comes first. You would think that the least the man could have done was stick around along enough to make sure his injured son made it home alright.”
Marta placed her hand on Sam’s arm, “Sam, please, now is not the time to go and get yourself worked up. What do you say we get that brother of yours home and see if we can’t get him to eat some of my world famous cherry pie? You go on ahead help your brother get his things around and I will pull the car around to the patient pick up area.”
Sam grumbling about how their dad would never win father of the year, did as he was asked. He didn’t understand his father. What could be so much more important to him right now then Dean? Then again what wasn’t ever more important to him then his kids was a better question.
John sat in the waiting room of the veterinarian’s office his knee bouncing nervously. He prayed that he wasn’t too late and that Steven hadn’t had the time to find another replacement; he had had a day to do so. “Mr. Winchester, Dr. Pettite can see you now. I’ll show you to his office.” John nodded at the receptionist and followed her to Steven’s office.
He entered the room and took the seat that Steven motioned for him to sit in. He cleared his throat and felt his stomach tighten. Why is this making me so nervous, he asked himself? I can go head to head with a werewolf without hesitation, but to ask Steven if he had found someone else I find myself growing apprehensive. I guess it’s because I really want this for Dean. I know how much it will mean to him.
“How’s Dean,” Steven asked.
“He’s doing well. Thanks for asking,” John replied, “Speaking of Dean I was wondering have you found another car to show tomorrow, or are you still looking?”
“Well, that depends,” Steven answered, “Are you asking me because you decided to take me up the offer of me using Dean’s car as a replacement for the car I had originally sponsored? Because, if that’s case, the answer would be no I haven’t found another car.”
John lent back in the chair. He suddenly wasn’t so sure about this. He knew that it would mean a lot to his son to have his car entered in the show, but at the same time John began to think about all the attention it could draw to them. Suddenly this didn’t sound like such a good idea.
Steven sensing his apprehension spoke up, “John, no one would have to know who’s car it is. We could make up any name. We could even say it’s Hal’s. No one needs to know. Hal and I could take her over in the morning and you could bring the boys later. I’m sure Dean would understand that no one could know she was his.”
“I’m not sure. I mean, I don’t want anyone other me or Dean driving her. I’m sure he feels the same way,” John paused. He really wanted this for his son. “Are you sure that you can keep our name out of it,” he waited for Steven’s affirmative nod then continued, “Alright, you can use the car, but I’ll drive over with you in the morning; Hal can bring the boys over later.”
As John turned to leave Steven called out for him to wait, “There’s one more tiny detail that we need to discuss,” he rubbed the back of his neck this time it was his turn to feel nervous, “the car will need to be detailed tonight before tomorrow. I have a guy I use, he’s very good, I’m sure he can squeeze it in.”
“Detailed? The car needs to be detailed,” now John hadn’t thought of that, “that’s more than a tiny detail, Steven. Have you seen what we carry in her trunk. We can’t take the risk of it being discovered. Maybe, this isn’t such a good idea after all. I don’t want to clear everything out and take the chance that we leave something behind.” John sat back down in the chair and ran a hand over his face. Then it hit him, “What about Sam and me?”
“What about Sam and you,” Steven asked confused.
“Does it have to be a professional who details her or could we,” John asked hoping that they could do it.
“Well, it doesn’t have to be professionally done. But, are sure that Sam will want to?”
“I’m sure, he’ll want to after he hears why,” John smiled as he shook Steven’s hand, “There’s one more thing. I don’t want Dean to know about this until tomorrow. I want this to be a surprise.”
“No problem, and thank you. I wasn’t looking forward to that spot being left empty this year,” Steven lead John out of his office.
John stepped out into the warm summer sun and for the first time in a long time he felt pleased with himself. Tomorrow he and his sons were going to spend the day doing what most normal father and sons do, spending some quality time with each other. All he had to do was convince Sam to help him detail the car and then there was that little matter of the salt and burn to do. Things were looking up.
trickie - May 10, 2009 03:52 AM (GMT)
Cool, a nice quiet day of father and sons....However this is the Winchesters, I get the feeling everything is not gonna go smoothly,
scorpio1311 - May 10, 2009 01:49 PM (GMT)
I agree with Trace - in the Winchester World things are never allowed to be warm and fuzzy - still we can hope.
It'll be interesting seeing how long John will have to fight to get through to his stubborn son's head, Sam this time, to convince him that he had a good, selfless reason to leave them this time before Sam agrees to help him with Dean's surprise.
This is really entertaining Aislinn - enjoying it immensly. :hi5
cindy123 - May 15, 2009 02:05 PM (GMT)
:P Nice update hon. I hope the day goes by without a hitch, but these are the Winchesters after all. :rolleyes: Can't wait for more.
aislinn - May 18, 2009 02:30 AM (GMT)
Thank you Trickie, Scorpio and Cindy for the comments and for reading. And, just because it's the Winchesters doesn't neccessarliy mean that the day will go badly, it could go swimmingly......there still is the night.
John’s mood darkened when he pulled into Hal’s drive and saw an agitated Sam sitting on the porch steps. John wasn’t looking forward to another fight with Sam; of course he should have expected his youngest to be angry; he had taken off from the hospital quickly and without explanation, leaving Marta to drive Sam and Dean home. He should have expected that Sam would have thought he was taking care of something case related, once again proving that the job comes before everything else. Taking a deep breath John opened the car door and headed up the walk to the front porch.
Sam jumped up from the step he was sitting on, crossed his arms over his chest and fixed his dad with a disapproving glare. “Where have you been,” Sam bit out, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “Seriously what could have been more important then making sure your son was taken care of,” Sam asked defiantly standing in front of his father waiting for an answer.
John took a deep breath to quell the anger that had begun to build inside, remember, you need his help, not only for the salt and burn, but in getting Dean’s car ready, John thought. “I had something I had to check on, something, that involves your brother. Well, involves all of us.”
“Yeah, well what was so important that it couldn’t wait? Something to do with the case we’re working on? Of course, it has to do with the case. The case always comes first, doesn’t it,” Sam asked, his agitation evident in the tone that he dared to use with his father.
John, losing his hold on his temper moved so he was standing directly in front of his son. John’s hands were clenching and unclenching and his eyes were compellingly giving the message that Sam was pushing his luck. Sam took an involuntary step backwards and John took another deep breath. Closing his eyes, John silently made himself count to ten before he opened them and began to speak. “Watch your tone young man. I was checking to see if it was too late to take Steven up on his offer for tomorrow. I thought it would be a nice surprise for your brother. I also thought we could spend the day at the car show tomorrow…as a family. I didn’t want you to know in case it was too late. Steven said he hadn’t found a replacement and that he would love to use the Impala. There’s just one problem, the car needs to be detailed. We can’t have someone else do it because of what’s in the trunk that leaves it up to you and me.” John shuffled his feet then scratched the back of his neck, “Whatcha say Sam? Think we can get the car done for your brother tonight?”
Sam stood staring at his father his mouth hanging wide open. He couldn’t believe that his dad had actually thought about letting Steven use the car. They were all about staying on the down low and now their father was going to do something that for sure would get them noticed. Then there was the tiny detail of the night already being a busy one, with the whole salt and burn thing happening. Sam rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air. “Sure dad, yeah we can do it. While we’re at it why don’t we just put a big poster board sign up declaring our presence and what we do? Oh yeah, and if we didn’t already have enough going on, especially since Dean is out for tonight, why not just add a little more,” Sam said the sarcasm dripping off his words like honey off a honeycomb.
In a flash John grabbed Sam by the front of his shirt and pulled him so close their noses touched. John’s breathing had become heavy and his gripped tightened on his youngest boy’s shirt, “Enough with the attitude, Samuel. I might have made it sound like a request, but rest assured it wasn’t. We are going to do this for your brother. We both owe him. I never realized just how much until today,” John let go of Sam’s shirt giving the boy a little shove in the process.
He sat heavily on the top step looking at his boots. Drawing in another breath he once again addressed Sam, “I know about Washington, D.C., Sam. I know that the accident he had wasn’t because of any race he was in when it occurred, but because he had managed to beat the local legend and piss the little jerk off enough that he ran your brother off the road while he was heading home. How many other Washington D.C.’s have there been, Sam? How many other times has your brother done what needed to be done so that we could have what we wanted? I’m certain I don’t really want to find out the answer to that. We are both guilty of taking advantage of him. We both take from him without thinking of giving back. Your brother makes it so easy to do, but, that’s no excuse. We have a chance to give something back to your brother and I damn well intend to do so. So you go inside find Hal and let him know we are ready to start on the car.” John stood up and turned so that he was once again facing his youngest. “Oh, and Sam,” he said before he headed off the porch and back to the car, “Remember this is a surprise for your brother.” John stepped off the porch leaving a stunned Sam in his wake.
Sam opened the front door to the William’s home and walked right into Mr. Williams. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” Sam stuttered out, “I was coming to find you. Dad wanted me to let you know we’re ready to start on the car.”
Hal smiled at the young man. He had overheard their conversation and though he didn’t approve of the manner in which John handled the situation he was at least pleased that John had taken notice of all that Dean had done for him over the years. He knew John was hard on his boys and he understood why, sometimes, like this time, it was necessary, but other times; Hal wished John could find a kinder way. “Well, I was coming to talk to you both about that. My son is coming home for the weekend. He heard you Winchester’s were here and he wanted to come see you. I told him what your dad was trying to do for Dean and he volunteered to help get the car ready for tomorrow. Steven called just a bit ago and said that he and Livi would be over as well. Marta has decided that we can have a barbeque out back and that she and Livi will keep Dean busy while we men get the car fixed up.”
Sam’s eyes lit up at the mention of Hal’s son, Max. Sam had idolized Max the last time he had seen him. Max had been like a second older brother to him, only this brother liked the same things he did. Max was now in his senior at the University of Michigan prepping for his first year at the university’s law school. It would be fun having him around. Then a smile broke out on his face when he pictured Livi and Mrs. Williams keeping Dean busy. “Thanks, Mr. Williams,” Sam said, thinking that this night wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
“Don’t mention it,” Hal answered back, “Why don’t you go and let your dad know what’s going on. I’ll get the hose out of the garage along the car wash and the wax. Steven said he would bring his shop-vac over so we can vacuum the inside out real good. He also has the other things needed for the vinyl and leather. You’ll see Sam; we’ll have her spit shined and ready to go in no time.”
“Ok. And, thanks again Mr. Williams,” Sam said as he raced down the porch steps and over to where his dad was already throwing out the empty food wrappers and other trash that the boys had let accumulate in the car. Maybe, this wont be so bad after all, Sam thought, after all Dean did deserve this.
Max Williams pulled into his family’s home driveway as his father was spraying a laughing Sam with the water hose while an amused, yet annoyed John Winchester yelled for them to stop playing and get back to work. He saw Steven sitting inside the car wiping down the dashboard and the seats. He smiled when he noticed Sam running over to greet him. He pulled Sam into a bear hug taking note of how tall the boy had grown. “How ya doing there, Sammy boy,” he teased.
“I’m good, Maxie,” Sam teased back, “How about you?”
Max grabbed Sam in a neck hold then proceeded to rub the top of Sam’s head with his knuckles. Sam struggled to break free but Max refused to let go. He finally relented when his father called for him to stop and let Sam get back to work. Max followed Sam over to where the other men were busy with the Impala when a loud yell from inside his parent’s house made him stop cold in his tracks.
All the men stopped what they were doing then doubled over in laughter when Dean’s voice was heard, “You want me to do what? Uh, uh, no way. I mean no disrespect Mrs. Williams I appreciate everything you and Hal have done for me and my family but there is no way in hell I’m doing that.”
Max stared at the laughing men, wondering what could be so funny. John saw the confused look on his face, “I guess your mom and Livi asked Dean to be a substitute Lamaze partner for Livi tonight since Steven was too busy. I think tonight is the night they’re supposed to watch a birthing video and practice breathing.”
“Yep,” Steven replied, “better him then me.”
“You can’t be serious,” Dean was heard yet again, “Isn’t that something you should be doing with the baby’s daddy? You can’t put it off for a night? I can go find him for you. Really, it’s no trouble.”
Max joined in the laughter. He felt sorry for Dean, he could almost imagine how the younger man was feeling, but he had to admit it was pretty funny…..or maybe not, as Dean was once again heard yelling, “That’s so not funny!”
John put the down sponge he was holding. “I think I better go and see how my boy is fairing. Make sure he isn’t trying to make a break for it,” he said then headed to the house.
Marta and Livi were sitting on the sofa in the family room watching some documentary on the supernatural, while an un-amused Dean was stretched out in the recliner complaining about all the errors that were being reported. John smiled and snuck back outside. He stepped out onto the front porch and found that the others had finished the car while he was checking on Dean. He looked over to see that she had been moved into the garage and that she had been covered up. He accepted the beer that was handed to him and let his mind wander to the next job this night held.
trickie - May 18, 2009 09:23 PM (GMT)
:lol: Poor Dean, becoming temporary Lamaze couch. I could just imagine his horrified expression.
So glad Sam and John are taking the time to do something for Dean, with all he has done he deserves it..
scorpio1311 - May 19, 2009 08:46 PM (GMT)
:rotfl :blink: That's was too funny - good thing there were so many helpers working on the car and they got it finished in time because I was sure Dean was going to spoil the surprise by hightailing it out of that house as if his britches were on fire. Ahh, still wiping my eyes dry from the laughter!
and :cheer to John for keeping his temper in check with Sam and not ruining everything before they even started - Lordy the stubborness of the Winchester men - honestly! <_<
Wonderful update Aislinn - wonder how the event is going to go - will the surprise be dampened because of Max being there - is Dean jealous of Max and his relationship with Sam I wonder - *ponders*
cindy123 - May 20, 2009 01:26 PM (GMT)
:lol: Great chapter hon. Dean is going to be so surprised and excited when he sees the Impala and finds out about the car show. He so deserves it. Can't wait for more.
aislinn - May 21, 2009 03:00 AM (GMT)
Thanks to Trickie, Scorpio and Cindy for following along with this story and commenting on it. Your comments are most sincerly appreciated.
John finished his beer then patted Sam on the shoulder, “Well Sam, what do say we get ready and head out to the hospital cemetery. With the two of us the job shouldn’t take that long.”
“What do you mean the two of you,” Dean asked as he stepped up to the screen door, “Don’t you mean the three of us?”
“Sh*t,” John mumbled then quickly stood up blocking the screen door effectively keeping Dean from opening it and stepping out onto the front porch. John opened the door and pushed his son farther into the house. John had known telling Dean he wasn’t going tonight would be hard, he hadn’t realized just how hard until he actually had to. Running his hand over his face then scratching the back of his neck John looked into his sons green eyes. “Dean, I don’t think you should come along,” he held up his hand to stop his sons protest, “You were just released from the hospital today and I think you should stay and get some rest.”
The look in son’s eyes just about killed him. John saw that Dean thought it was because he had messed up at the museum and that John didn’t trust him to be able to do the job right tonight. However, that wasn’t the reason, not even close. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to have Dean go along with them. There was no one he trusted more, to have his back. Truth was, John wanted Dean to stay home and get the rest he needed because he knew the next day would be a long one and he wanted his boy to be able to enjoy it without becoming to worn down. John had to think of a way to let his son know the reason without exposing the secret.
“That’s bull and you know it. I’ve had worse injuries then this and you still had me go out and finish the job. What’s the real reason, dad? Is it because of what happened at the museum? Because the way I see it, that wasn’t really my fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. It just happened.” Dean stood staring his father straight in the eyes, his eyes begging his father to let him go. Begging his father to show he approved of him.
John shook his head, “Dean, my mind is set. You sit this one out. Sam and I can handle it. It has nothing to do with what happened at the museum being your fault, because you’re right it was no ones fault; it’s just that Hal has a big surprise planned for us tomorrow and I want you rested up and feeling good for it.”
Dean huffed, “Yeah, whatever.” Dean turned to go up the stairs to his room when he felt his dad’s hand on his arm.
“Dean, it’s the truth. There is something going on tomorrow and it’s going to be a long day. I know you can handle yourself just fine and if we didn’t have this thing tomorrow I wouldn’t think twice about letting you go. However, this is a big deal for Hal and I wouldn’t want to risk disappointing him by having you being to tired and sore to enjoy yourself,” John said his voice soft and low. He watched as his son shrugged and headed up to his room his body language telling John just how dejected he felt.
John turned to go back outside when he noticed Sam had been listening in. He could tell by the look on Sam’s face that his son wasn’t to happy about what had happened. Sam confirmed that he was right when he addressed his father, “Dad is this really necessary? I understand you want Dean to rest, but Dean has been injured far worse than this, gone out and finished a job then drove for six hours or more before resting. He can do this. Can’t you see how this is making him feel? Or, don’t you care about how this is making him feel?”
“Sam there’s more to it than just him being rested up for tomorrow. The spirit directly attacked your brother at the museum. We suspect; no we know; that it was gunning for him and we have no idea why. I know he can handle the job, hell he’s better then most of the other hunters I’ve worked with. He’s a natural at it. But, with one arm in a cast and a concussion on top of it, he’s bound to be a little off his game. I’m not willing to take that kind of risk, are you? Having him there could jeopardize all of us. It’s better if he stay behind.”
The look Sam was giving John told him he understood the reason, even supported it. But, it was clear he didn’t like it. John sighed, “Sam, get your head clear and focused on the task at hand. Everything we need is packed and ready to go in the truck. I’m going to let Marta know that we’re heading out. I’ll meet you at the truck in five minutes.” Sam nodded and headed for the truck.
The ride to the hospital’s cemetery was a quiet one as both men sat thinking about their missing partner. John shook his head. Stop thinking about Dean, he thought, he’ll be fine come tomorrow. You made the right decision. Right now you need to focus on what you’re doing.
The truck turned onto the entrance drive of the state hospital and headed to the graveyard that was located at the back of the property. Sam felt a small shiver run down his spine as they passed the Gate Cottage. Something felt off and he couldn’t put his finger on it.
They parked at the outer edge of the cemetery and headed off in the direction of Hattie Benson’s grave. Having searched for the grave the day before, Sam knew exactly where to go. In no time they had the grave dug up and had poured the salt and were in the process of pouring the lighter fluid into the open grave when a cold breeze passed over them. John looked to Sam and nodded for him to light the matches and drop them onto the casket.
Before Sam could get the matches lit he felt himself being thrown back hard onto the ground behind him. He landed with a grunt and froze when he looked up to see a woman wearing a long grey dress covered in blood standing before him. The woman turned her head towards John and sent him crashing into a tree causing him to hit his head on it rendering him unconscious.
The woman turned her attention back to Sam. She stared at him with her dead eyes and placed a cold hand on his cheek. Sam shuddered at the touch. He closed his eyes and wished that his brother was there to save him.
The woman removed her hand from his cheek and a sad smile formed on her lips. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t harm you,” she said her voice nothing more than a whisper. “I just wanted to talk to you. You seem different from the others. Please don’t be afraid.”
Sam opened his eyes. “I must have hit my head and this is a hallucination brought on by a brain injury or something. Yes, that’s it, has to be. It’s either that or I’m certifiable and believe that ghosts can talk to me.”
“Young sir, you didn’t hit your head, nor are you certifiable. I am talking to you. Please, I don’t have much time. It wasn’t I who pushed your brother down the stairs. I am opposed to violence; it goes against my gentle nature. Besides, I couldn’t harm him; he reminds so much of my Nathanel.”
Sam rolled his eyes and huffed, “Yeah it goes against your gentle nature. Look lady you blow in here and knock me to the ground then you throw my dad against a tree knocking him out and you want me to believe that you didn’t push my brother down the stairs because it goes against your gentle nature.”
“Young sir, please, I did what I had to tonight so I could talk to you. I did not intend to do so much harm to your father and I am sorry, but I am trying to help you. There is another who haunts the Gate Cottage. Another who is stronger than I. She was the one who pushed your brother. She was the one, not my sweet Nathanel, who murdered me and my sweet child as he was growing in me. She then murdered my Nathanel. She was driven to it by a rage fueled by betrayal,” tears formed in the woman’s eyes, “I had lost my first born, that first sweet child of mine, and in turn lost my mind. I was dead inside until I met Nathanel. He brought me back to life. Loving him was wrong and I as well as my unborn child paid the price for it. I have been forced ever since to relive that night and watch as the one who took our lives, stole the lives of other’s. I have been helpless and unable to stop her that is until now. I can sense you have the ability to stop her. You and your family, please you can stop it.”
Sam looked at the woman standing before him. He noticed the tears that ran down her cheeks and was stunned to see that even a ghost could cry. His gut told him that she was telling the truth. He pulled himself up off the ground and walked over to check on his dad. Satisfied that he was still breathing and would wake up ok, except for the massive headache he was sure to have Sam turned his attention back to the woman. “Let’s say that I believe you, what is this other’s name?” The woman shook her head and backed away from Sam, panic now etched over her ghostly face. “How can we help you if we don’t know her name? You have to tell me her name.”
“No, young sir I can’t speak her name, to do so would bring her and that would surely spell disaster for you and your father,” the woman hung her head saddened that she couldn’t be of more help.
“That’s just great,” Sam said his frustration made evident by his voice. The woman flinched and Sam felt a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry,” he said his voice growing softer, “It’s just I don’t know how to help if you can’t give me her name. Is there anything you can tell me about this woman that would help us find out who she is? Anything, at all?”
The woman sighed, “All I can tell you is look in the records. She holds a connection to Nathanel and was admitted shortly after our deaths. Please, young sir, you have to do something before more innocent people are harmed.” The ghost let out a scream and faded from view.
Sam stood, stunned, staring at the spot where the woman had been standing. Snapping out of his shocked surprise he noticed his father standing by the grave his face lit by the flames of the fire that burned inside it.
John staggered over to his son and checked to make sure that he was fine. Once assured that his son was physically well he decided to check on his mental status, “Just what in the hell where you thinking Sam? We don’t stand around having conversations with the damn spirits we burn them.”
Sam looked at his father then down to the ground, “I don’t believe that she was the one we are looking for. She told me there was another who haunted the Gate Cottage and that this one was the one responsible for her murder and the others as well.”
John’s jaw dropped and he once again examined his son for injuries. John was sure that his boy must have hit his head because there was no way in hell he was going to believe that Sam actually thought he had held a conversation with a ghost. “Ok, Sam let’s get you back to Hal’s and have him look you over. You must have hit your head or something because you know as well as I do that ghosts don’t carry on conversations with those about to destroy them.”
“Yeah, ok,” Sam agreed. He helped his dad pick up their equipment and carry it back to the truck. He climbed inside the truck and closed the door behind him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Hattie had been telling the truth and that they had just salted and burnt the wrong body.
John looked at his youngest, concern burning deep inside for him. He knew Sam was different, special; could being able to talk to spirits be a part of that? Was Sam right and they had just toasted the wrong body? No, they had torched the right body and Sam’s conversation had been nothing more than a hallucination brought on by a hit to his noggin. John climbed into the cab of the truck, started it up and headed back home. Neither man was aware of the dark figure that had been watching them from the small grove of trees just off to the side of Hattie’s grave.
scorpio1311 - May 21, 2009 07:00 PM (GMT)
|Neither man was aware of the dark figure that had been watching them from the small grove of trees just off to the side of Hattie’s grave.|
:hide Holy Crap! :hide
Poor Hattie - well at least she can now rest and knowing that the Winchesters are around - hopefully peacefully. I knew Nathanial hadn't done it.
Poor Dean is his own worst enemy. His Dad was telling the truth for once and still Dean feels worthless - actually felt sorry for John there.
Well let's hope Sam can convince John that Hattie was 'real' (Dean will probably believe him) and that Dean can actually have fun tomorrow :lol:
*holding my breath for the next installment* can't figure out where it will lead which I JUST LOVE btw. :hi5
trickie - May 21, 2009 09:04 PM (GMT)
Whoa! So Hattie isn't the spirit they're after. I wish John would believe his boys a little more...it would save a lot of hassle in the end. I bet Sam is going to do some research anyway, and try to figure out who Hattie was talking about.
I hope he finds out before the spirit goes after them...is that who was listening in the dark?
cindy123 - May 22, 2009 05:41 PM (GMT)
:o Oh, ominous!! John needs to give his boys more credit. Maybe after Hal finds no bump to Sam's head, he'll beleive him. Hope their day at the car show goes off without a hitch and that Dean forgives John once he realizes why his dad left him behind. Great update hon, can't wait for more.
aislinn - May 23, 2009 03:26 AM (GMT)
Thanks to all of you who are sticking with this story.
Scorp, so I really have you stumped?
Trickie, yes it was the spirit who was listening in the dark. Where would the fun be in John just trusting his boys? It's all the more sweet when they prove him wrong.
Cindy, thank you for your comments. John is coming around, he made him some pretty big mistakes when it came to the boys, but I have to believe that he loved them. Enjoy your trip.
After Hal had finished looking Sam over and Sam had headed off to bed, he turned his attention to John, “I can’t find any evidence that he had hit his head he seems fine to me; unlike you. Think it’s a possibility that he saw what he says he did?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t,” John answered afraid that it was just as it appeared, “I have never come across it myself.” John sat down in the chair that Hal motioned for him to take. Drawing in a deep breath he prepared himself for the poking and prodding he was sure was about to happen.
Hal pulled on a fresh pair of latex gloves and began checking the back of John’s head. He washed away the blood that had hardened in John’s hair and carefully examined the cut that lay beneath. “You know John, just because you have never come across it, don’t mean that it hasn’t ever or will never happen. You know as well as I do that Sam isn’t one to image things. Maybe, you could let him dig a little deeper, see if there is anything to what he says Hattie told him. Couldn’t hurt could it?”
“No, I guess it couldn’t,” John said then he let out a hiss and brushed at Hal’s hands, “Geez, Hal could you try to make it hurt anymore?”
Hal laughed, “Never thought I’d see the day when the mighty John Winchester would get all weepy over a small bump on the head.”
“It’s not the bump that hurts, it’s the clumsy hands of the doctor that does. Where’d ya learn how to be so gentle?”
“Well, that’s gratitude for you. I could go wake up Dean, let him stitch you up. Would that be better?”
“No. Just get it over with. The last thing I want right now is for Dean to hear about what happened. He’d just blame himself for not being there and get mad at me for making him stay behind.”
“Alright, quit complaining then,” Hal said, “You know John, you really should learn to trust your sons more. They're good boys.” Hal finished with the last stitch, threw his gloves and the rest of the waste away and sat down opposite his friend. Hal grew serious, “You know, you could be wrong don’t you John? What if what Sam saw really did happen? You can’t leave until you check it out. I know that you couldn’t live with the guilt if something was missed and someone got hurt. I don’t know how you do what you do. I know I couldn’t.”
“That’s why,” John said suddenly looking tired, “After what happened to Mary and finding out the truth about what’s out there and realizing that there aren’t to many others out there doing something about it, I felt compelled to. There are days when I look at my boys and regret having dragged them into this, but I know I made the right decision. I honestly believe that for some unknown reason my family was chosen for this. I wish to all that is holy we weren’t but I know that we were.” John looked at the clock on the wall. He laid his head back on the chair and closed his eyes. “Tomorrow is about Dean and about me and the boys doing something as a father with his sons. If Sam wants to check out the information he claims he was given, then he can go to the hospital on Sunday and dig through the records,” John stood up stretched then headed up the stairs to his room. “Thanks, Hal for everything. I mean it. See you in the morning.”
Hal watched as his friend climbed the stairs. “You’re welcome,” he whispered, “And, for the record I wish you hadn’t been pulled into this life, but I thank the stars that you were; I sleep better at night knowing that men like you are out there doing what men like me can’t” He turned the light off and headed to his own room.
When John reached the top of the stairs he noticed a sliver of light coming from under the door of the room his boys were sharing. Sneaking up to the door he pressed his ear against it so he could hear what was going on.
Dean’s was the first voice he heard, “Come on Sammy, I know something happened out there tonight; it’s written all over your face.”
“Drop it Dean, please? I’m tired. I told you nothing happened. It went smoothly. All I want to do is climb into bed and get some sleep,” Sam countered.
“Not buying it,” John heard Dean’s reply, “I can tell that something is bothering you. You don’t look like you were hurt so what else could have happened? Is it dad, did something happen to him and he told you not to tell me?”
“No, Dean. Dad’s alright. It’s just what I told you, I’m tired. It was a long day and all I want to do is climb under the covers, close my eyes and go to sleep. In case you’ve forgotten we have this mandatory thing to do tomorrow and I want to get some sleep while I can.”
“Fine,” the way Dean’s voice sounded tugged at John’s heart. It never failed to amaze him how fragile his son really was. On the surface and just below his boy was a tough as they came. But, underneath that toughness, buried deep was a hurt and frightened little boy.
John heard Sam sigh, “Look Dean it’s late. I promise you I’m fine and so is dad. Nothing happened really. We dug her up, covered her bones in salt and lighter fluid then lit her up. Now can we go to bed, please?”
John didn’t hear Dean reply. He saw the light from under the door go off and he headed to his room. His mind was racing with thoughts of what Sam had told him about Hattie, and of what Hal had said to him about not being able to live with himself if Sam was right. John got ready for bed, turned off the light then crawled under the covers. The last thing he thought to himself was, tomorrow is for my family. Sunday, we’ll dig into what Sam was told. John drifted off to sleep and before he knew it morning came sooner then he would have liked.
JennieC - May 23, 2009 01:36 PM (GMT)
I'm really enjoying this! Great story. I hope that they get to have a great day tomorrow, together as a family, but Winchester luck being what it is....well, I hope for once that it holds out...although, the chances....fingers crossed!
I'm glad John is considering what Sam told him, seriously. And love that Dean pegged Sam the minute he walked in the door!
I'm looking forward to more!
trickie - May 23, 2009 02:19 PM (GMT)
Thank goodness John at least will listen to Hal and is considering that there is something to what Sam had seen and heard from the spirit.
Poor Dean doesn't deal well with being left out if the loop and not knowing what went down at the grave site. It'll drive Dean crazy thinking that more went on than his brother and father are telling him.
I hope the father and sons day out goes off without a hitch, all the Winchester men deserve a day off.