Disclaimer: Still don't own, and I'm not making any money from this.
Summary: John allows Dean to take the lead on hunt but will the cost be to high? Dean is 16 and Sam is 12.
If anyone is waiting for updates on my other stories, I swear I'm working on them. The last chapter of He's Always There will be posted tomorrow. This story has been bugging me for awhile and I've had the first chapter on my hard drive forever. Since He's Alway's There is almost done, I thought I would post the first chapter of this story.
This story is being dedicated to a very good friend for mine, Laura's Eyes. She has a story posted on fanfiction.net called Brick and Water. This story is set in that universe. You don't have to read it to make sense of this, but I would recommend it because its a terrific story. I wanted to write a story in her universe but could never think of a plot and then when I first proposed this one to her, she was all for it. It's very close to canon, except that Dean was born with asthma.
So I want to say thank you to Laura's Eyes for all the support she has given me since I posted my first fic on Fanfiction.net.
If any of you want to check out her fic, here is the link. I will let you know that it is still a WIP and updates are slow but it's definitely worth checking out. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3645857/1/Bricks_&_Water
If anyone's still around, here's chapter one:
It was dark out. Pitch black, and not a street lamp in sight. The only thing that broke up the darkness were the headlights of an old, black, '67 Chevy Impala, that rolled along steadily in the night.
John Winchester sat behind the wheel, drumming his fingers lightly as CCR's who'll stop the rain played in the background.
It was John's favourite time in which to drive. There was little traffic, and he was making good time on their way to Nyland County. It was another small town in the middle of know where. It's one claim to fame was that it was home to the Nyland County Juvenile Detention Center.
He was on his way to meet Jefferson Gage. A fellow hunter. John had worked with his brother Joshua several times and John had given Joshua something he hadn't in a long time, his trust. He even trusted Josh with his boys and that was saying a lot. So when Joshua told John that he could trust Jefferson it carried a lot of weight and John set out to meet him.
A smile broke out across John's face when he glanced into the rearview mirror and saw that Sam was stretched out, asleep, in the back seat. A quick glance to the right revealed this eldest was sound asleep as well.
His boys. To some it may not look it but they were the most important things in the world to him. If anything happened to either of them, he didn't think he could go on and he wouldn't want to.
He reached over and turned off the radio. In the quiet surrounding he could hear Sam's soft snores and Dean's steady, even breaths.
It was such a small thing, listening to your boys breath and something John didn't like to take for granted, especially with his eldest.
John shuddered as the memory of the night his oldest son was born. They had been at Mary's brother's house for the evening, celebrating the fact that Nathan's wife had found out she was pregnant. The weather hadn't been the greatest and John and turned down the request to spend the night, stubbornly insisting he could make it home. If that wasn't bad enough, he had gotten stuck behind a slow moving vechile and made an ill-fated decision to pass them. No sooner had he pulled out that other car skidded slamming into them.
It was a miracle no one was killed. John and Mary had escaped with minor cuts and brusies. The couple in the other car had a couple of broken bones. The accident had caused Mary to go into labour at 7 months. The doctors had been unable to stop the it and his son, Dean Michael Winchester entered the world at 2 pounds 2 ounces.
The first year of Dean's life was like a nightmare as the young parents had come close to losing him on more than one occasion. Complications from his birth had left him with asthma, and not a day went by when John didn't blame himself for it.
"We there yet," a sleepy voice called from the back.
"Not yet," John replied with a quick glance in the reviewer mirror, to check on his youngest son. Sam was sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. It made him look so young. "We have about another hour."
"What time is it?" Sam asked.
"Late. It's after midnight."
"We should have gotten a motel," Sam mumbled. He had asked their father to stop for the night, but John refused saying he wanted to get to Nyland County tonight. There was no hunt, yet, leading Sam to believe that his father didn't have money for a motel room.
"Sammy," John warned and decided to let it go. "Why don't you lay back down. I'll wake you when we get there."
"I'll stay up. Did Dean take his meds?"
"Yes," John said tensely.
"Where are we staying?" Sam asked.
"You'll like it," John said truthfully. "I'm not just staying that either. We're staying in a house. It belongs to Jefferson's brother Joshua. We get it rent free in exchange for looking after the place."
"Really?" Sam asked in surprise. He was trying not to get his hopes up. They had stayed in house once before and the place should have been condemed. As bad as that was, it was nothing compared to the last place they had stayed in.
From the outside, the motel hadn't looked to bad. The decor was tacky, but it appeared clean and it was cheap. There had been a lot of supernatural activity in the area and John had annouced they would stay until the end of the school year. Sam was excited over that. There father was even home most of the time.
The problem had been Dean's asthma. He was going through inhaler's like water and John was struggling to replace them. He had gotten frustrated one night after a bad attack had put Dean in the hospital, and punched the wall. The hole he had made revealed a large growth of mold, something that Dean was particularly sensitive too. There was no way they could stay there.
Fortunately, they were able to move into the house the hospital provided for patients that were from away as the doctor worked to stabilize Dean's asthma.
He had always carried a rescue inhaler, but he now took preventative meds as well. He had a steriod inhaler that he used 2 times a day, and an oral medication, theophylline, that he took once a day. The theophylline required constant blood tests and monitoring because there were a lot of potential side effects, but it was good for cases that were difficult to control.
All of this, made Dean miserable, of course, because he didn't think any of it was necessary, and called it all an unnecessary expense.
That was when Jefferson had contacted John about a potential hunt. John had been reluctant to leave but they couldn't stay in the house forever and Dean's medical expenses had bled him dry. When Jefferson had told him they could stay at his brother's house, John jumped at the chance. He had even been promised that there would be a doctor for Dean.
"We're here," John interupted Sam's thought's.
"We're staying here?" Sam asked in surprised.
The house wasn't overly large, but it looked new. There was yellow siding, and a front porch with a welcome sign that hung beside the door. The lawn was freshly mowed. There was even a garage where John could park the Impala.
"Yup," John said pleased that Sam liked the place. "Wake your brother would you. I'm going to get our bags."
"Dean, get up. We're here," Sam replied puching his brother in the shoulder.
"Ow, hey, Sammy, quit it," Dean replied, coming awake and reaching up to rub his shoulder.
"I told you it's Sam, jerk."
"Bitch much Sammy
," Dean replied as he got out of the car, grabbed his duffle from his father and followed him into the house.
The house was extremely modern, having all the amenities, Sam had only seen on TV. The kitchen had black granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, including a dishwasher. The living room was just off the kitchen.
It was tastefully decorated, highlighting the big screen TV, that even impressed Dean. He wanted to watch it right then, but John told him he could check it out in the morning. It was late and he wanted both boys in bed.
Sam walked down the hall that lead to the bedrooms. He passed the Master bedroom, and found the guest room. He was slightly disappointed when he saw one double bed in the room. He had shared a room with Dean since he was 6 months old, and they had shared a bed many times, but he felt he was getting a bit old for that.
"It's okay, Sammy," John replied walking up behind his son. "There's a smaller computer room at the end of the hall that has a twin bed."
"We get our own rooms?" Sam asked in disbelief. He had never had that before and wasn't really sure how he felt about it. He walked to the end of the hall and found the room John was talking about. It was small, but there was a state of the art computer that Sam was as eager to try out as Dean was the TV.
"Who gets the smaller room?" Dean asked.
"Hey, thats not fair," Sam protested. "Why should I just because I'm younger. I want the bigger room."
"We could share the bigger room," Dean suggested. How was he supposed to keep an eye on Sammy if he wasn't there.
"Tell you what, we'll let fate decide," John replied wanting to avoid an argument. "Settle it."
"Fine," both boys said and brought their fists up, and cupped them. "On three," Dean replied.
"Rock breaks sissors. I get the big room," Sam replied.
"Dad," Dean protested.
"Rules, sorry kiddo," John replied as Dean stalked into the smaller room and threw his duffle on the bed, mumbleing about what a pain little brothers were.
"I would have thought you would want the computer room," John said to his youngest.
"I always get stuck with the cot in the motel rooms. Just this once, I'd like to have the big bed."
"Okay, son. Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."
"'Night dad, 'night Dean," he called to his brother and disappered into his room.
John awoke early the next morning, yawned and stretched. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten such a good nights sleep. He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, enjoying the fact that the master bedroom had it's own private bath.
After a quick shower, John exited the room and went to Dean's room to go wake his son. He had his meeting with Jefferson later this morning, and Dean was due for his meds. He usually had a fight on his hands about getting his eldest to take them.
"Dean," he said and knocked lightly on Dean's door. He frowned when he failed to get a response. "Dean," he called again, this time pushing the door open. He was surprised to find that the bed was empty. John quickly checked the boys bathroom, empty.
The went to Sam's room to ask if he knew where Dean was. When he pushed open the door, he relaxed considerably when he found his eldest sound asleep on the floor in front of Sam's bed. He didn't know why he was surprised, ever since Dean was four he somehow found his way to his brother. John had lost count of the number of times he had found Dean in Sam's crib after the fire. Maybe he should move the other bed in here? He decided not to for now. He had a feeling that Sam wouldn't go for it.
Sam loved his brother more than anything but John couldn't help but think that sometimes he needed his privacy. They all did. Even his stubborn eldest son, not that he'd ever admit it.
He walked over to his son and gave him a small shake. "Dean, hey son."
"What?" Dean asked coming awake.
"Why are you in here son?"
"I couldn't sleep," Dean covered. It was the truth. He need to make sure that Sam was safe.
"Come on, time to get up. Tonight your sleeping in your own room. I don't want you sleeping on the floor."
"Enough, Dean," John cut him off sharply. "Enjoy this while it lasts. I mean how often do you get your own room. Get up, its time for breakfast."
"I don't want my own room," Dean mumbled as he got up and stretched to work the kinks out of his back. "Sammy, breakfast," Dean said as he brought his pillow smack down on his brother head, jolting him awake.
"What the hell," he said bolting awake. He saw his brother there standing over him with an evil grin on his face. "Dean, you're a jerk."
"You're a bitch," the elder Winchester fired back and brought his pillow up again.
"Oh no, you don't," Sam answered, dodging Dean's swing, grabbing his pillow and lauching his own attack.
"You're going down Sammy."
John heard the commotion and went down the hall to investigate. He found a full-fledged pillow fight in progress. He was tempted to break it up, but his boys got a chance to be boys so rarely that he let them be. He grinned as he walked back down the hall. He had been tempted to join in.
"Boy's breakfast," John called a short time later.
Sure enough 2 minutes later his eldest entered the kitchen looking for his food. Sam wasn't too far behind him.
"Dean did you take your meds?" Sam asked a short time later.
"Not yet," Dean confirmed with a scowl. He had been tempted to lie but he'd been with his brother since he awoke. They would know he was lying.
"You waiting for an engraved invitiation?" John said with a nod toward the cupboard where he kept Dean's meds. Most people would find it strange that he kept medication in the cupboard next to the plates and glasses but the simple fact was that John didn't trust Dean when it came to his asthma medication.
"I don't need it," Dean insisted. "I haven't had an attack in over a month."
"Those pills are why you haven't," John reminded his eldest. "You know your supposed to take them the same time every day."
"Dean!" John interupted sharpely. "This isn't a negociation. Your pills are in the cupboard."
"Fine," Dean huffed and got up from his place at the table. He got his pills, opened the lid and shook one into his hand, put it in his mouth and dry swallowed it.
"Open," John requested. Dean had been known to stuff pills in his cheeks.
"I swallowed it," Dean protested. "I didn't plam it either," he said holding up his hands, anticipating his father's next request.
"Dean, contrary to what you might think, I'm not doing this to torture you."
"Don't forget your inhaler," Sam reminded his brother.
"Thanks, Sammy," Dean said sarcastically, and grabbed the albuterol inhaler that sat next to his pill bottle. He briefly contemplated pretending to take a hit but his father and brother where watching him like hawks.
"Dean, how about we make a deal," John replied. He couldn't go through this everyday.
"What?" Dean huffed.
"You take your meds, everyday, and on time and we'll see about getting you a second hand car by the summer. We'll head to Bobby's for awhile and fix it up."
"You mean it?" Dean asked, his bad mood instantly desolving. He had been asking his father for his own car for awhile.
Sam felt a little left out. He wasn't into engines the way his dad and brother were, and it would be nice to spend sometime with his dad.
"Yes, I mean it," John replied.
"What kind of car?"
"We'll see when the time comes," John said hedging. "Sam, I have a deal for you too."
"What?" he asked intrigued.
"If you don't give me a hard time about this hunt, we'll stop at Mount Rushmore on the way to Bobby's."
"Seriously?' Sam asked, excited. They had passed it on the way to Bobby's several times and he had always wanted to stop there.
"You're such a geek," Dean said to his brother.
"You're such a jerk," Sam fired back.
"Boys!" John cut them off.
"Sorry, sir," Dean said giving the expected response. "Can I help with the hunt? School doesn't start for another 2 weeks."
"We'll see," John said non-commitedly. Dean had been asking to get more involved, but John tried to keep him away from the more dangerous ones.
"You keep saying that," Dean pouted. "I'm old enough. Please dad."
"I said we'll see and if you have a problem with that then you won't participate at all. Now, I have to go meet Jefferson. Dean you're in charge. You know the drill. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Just don't wreck the place."
"Yes, sir," both boys chorsed in unison.
Walking into Joe's Diner, John looked around for Jefferson. He didn't like the fact that he knew nothing about this hunt. If it hadn't been for Dean's asthma, John would never have uprooted the boys and brought them until he knew more about what was going on. He spotted the man in a corner booth and his made his way over to him.
"Thanks for coming," Jefferson greeted John.
"You and the boys settle in okay."
"Yup," John said. "Thanks for letting us use the house."
"No problem. Joshua said it was good to have someone staying there. Last time it got broken into. Forturnatualy all items that should not be seen weren't."
"My boys will look after it," John promised.
"How old are they now?"
"Sam's 12 and Dean's 16," John said with pride.
"They grow up so fast, don't they?"
"You have kids?" John asked.
"No, but my sister has 2 girls. One's starting college, the other's starting high school." Jefferson reached into his wallet and pulled out of picture of his neices.
John was curious as to how Jefferson and Joshua got started in this business. He would never ask because, there was an unspoken rule among hunters that you didn't ask, because most time you didn't want to hear the answer.
"My turn," John said pulling out his wallet. "My pride and joy," John said handing Jefferson a picture of his sons. "You said you had a hunt. What's it for?" John asked as he accepted his picture back from Jefferson.
"A what?" John asked, he'd never heard of them before.
"Mordach. It's a type of spirit."
"How is it different from any other one?" John didn't know why but his instincts were starting to kick in and he had a feeling that he wouldn't like where this was going.
"It's the spirit of a teenage boy that died a violent death and their killer was never caught."
John shuddered. He hated cases that involved kids. "Why don't you just salt and burn the bones?"
"It would be nice if it were that simple," Jefferson said with a sigh. "The problem is that these kids are most often the victim of kidnapper. The body's are never found. These spirits show up to people and leave a clue as to where their body is. If you don't listen, the Mordach kills the person. There has been 3 deaths so far."
"When was the last time it appeared?" John asked.
"One week ago. It killed a 15 year old boy. The pattern seems to be every 12 weeks."
"How do we determine where they show up at?"
"They tend to show up in one area, generally where there is a large group of teenage boys. The 3 boys were killed at the Juvenile Hall where I work. About 9 months ago a 17 year old was found dead at the bottom of the stairs. If seemed like an accident at first. Then 3 months to the day, another boy, only 14, was found dead, in the exact same way and in the exact same spot. An investigation was lauched, to make sure it wasn't any of the guards. Then 3 months later, it was the same thing with the 15 year old. Reports said the kid was just walking down the stairs and all of a sudden it looked like he had been pushed, the way he fell. It made me think something else was up. Reseach turned up the mordach."
"Do you know thats what it is for sure?" John inquired.
"As sure as I can be about any hunt. There were similar events at a boys boarding school, a military academy, and a hospital. Same pattern, a teenage boy dies every 12 weeks, always the same way, falling down the stairs."
"So how do we determine which boy it shows up too. Also do you need me to work undercover as a guard or something." John was acutally hoping that was the case. He could use the extra money the pay would give him.
Jefferson swallowed nervously and he seemed to be looking everywhere but at John.
"Jeff, what the hell's going on here?" John suddenly demanded. "What aren't you telling me?"
"I don't need you to work as a guard. These things will only appear to a teenage boy. I need someone who won't be afraid to hear what it has to say."
"Then how are we going to get it. Why did you ask for my help?" John asked in a confused tone. That cold feeling in the pit of his stomach was growing bigger every second.
"It's not your help I need, John. It's Dean's."
"How?" John said deliberately being dense. If Jefferson was going to say what John thought it was the answer was no because....just hell no!
"How is Dean going to contact that thing, you said it only shows up in one area. They aren't going to let Dean in with an EMF to patrol the place."
"No, but he can if he's an inmate. I need Dean to go undercover and get this son of a bitch."
A/N: You probably guessed the spirits made up. Please read and review. It makes my day and I want to know if I should continue.