Dead Men Tell No Tales, #2 in Blood Brothers

[warriorgrrrl]

GOOOD MORNING!!! and i hope you all had some mad awesomeness watching the premiere last night, i KNOW i did!!!! But, as soon as i could tear myself away, i got my butt on the computer and started typing chapter 1 for DMTNT!!! Alrighty, if you haven't read "Dark Descent", I HIGHLY recommend it, just to understand what has happened and how I'm setting this story up. For the rest who have read Dark Descent, this one takes place roughly 3 years and a few months after DD ended. So, without furthur ado, here is chapter 1...

And the action starts in chapter 3, so I'm sorry if these first two are kinda slow!!! But i have a feeling you guys are going to LOVE the new character...



Dead Men Tell No Tales


Chapter 1: Past Nightmare

“Well, well, Sammy, that was impressive,” Azazel sneered, standing up and walking over to the brothers. Dean pressed back against the wall, terror coursing through him. Sam stood up, shielding Dean as best he could. “Now I’ve really gotta kill your brother, so why don’t you stand aside?”

“No,” hissed Sam. Dean stared on in horrified wonder as his brother and the yellow-eyed demon faced each other, sparing first verbally, then with power. When Sam’s energy ball met Azazel’s, blinding white light erupted, filling the room. Dean screamed Sam’s name again and again, but there was no sound. Azazel’s power was consuming Sam, it was too much for him. Dean shielded his eyes, but the splatter of something warm and glutinous hit his face as Sam exploded with the light.

Dean’s hazel eyes flew open, his body shaking and soaked with sweat. It was another nightmare, another reliving of that night three years past. He lay his head on the pillow again, trying to make the images disappear and the shakes to cease.

“Mmf, Dean? Baby, you awake?” mumbled Claire, sitting up beside him. Dean felt her shift in bed beside him, and her comforting hand descended on his head, smoothing his short hair. “You had another nightmare, didn’t you?” she added quietly. Dean sighed, sitting up and holding her close.

“Yeah…” he replied, rubbing her bare shoulders. Claire stroked his stubbled cheeks, her gaze sad and sympathetic.

“This is the eighth time, I wish there was some way to stop this,” she said, snuggling into his chest. Dean kissed the top of her head, squeezing her tight.

“You’re not the only one,” he said dryly, “Where’s Sammy?” Claire adjusted her tank top before answering.

“Sleeping next door, same as always,” she answered, “Speaking of which, he would be waking up soon. Do you mind getting him breakfast while I shower?” Dean shook his head. “Alright then, lets go see if he’s hungry.” They both got up and went into the adjoining room. An old metal crib stood in the corner, a small boy with dark wavy blonde hair sleeping within. At the sound of his parents’ entrance, he opened his eyes, the thoughtful blue green mirroring the man’s whom he’d been named after.

“Mommy, Daddy!” he exclaimed, grabbing the bars and pulling himself upright, grinning toothily.

“Hey Sammy,” said Dean, swooping down and swinging his son in the air. Sam laughed, waving his hands.

“Swing me Daddy, swing me!” he sang.

“Not now, Sammy, maybe later,” said Claire, smoothing the toddler’s dark blonde waves. Sam looked up at both of them, his blue green eyes wide and pleading.

“Pweeze?” he said plaintively. Dean smiled, struck yet again by how much his son resembled his deceased brother.

“Later, I promise,” he said quietly. Sam pouted, sticking out his lower lip. Dean jostled him a little, still grinning. “How ‘bout some breakfast instead, Sport?” The pout was gone in a flash, replaced by Sam’s mega watt smile.

“Wucky Chawms, Wucky Chawms!” he said happily, then turned serious again and used his best puppy dog look, “Pweeze?” Dean and Claire exchanged a look. Then she kissed his cheek and her baby’s forehead.

“Have fun, you two,” she teased gently before disappearing into the bathroom. Dean looked down at Sam and the boy looked back.

“So you want Lucky Charms?” he said. Sam nodded his head vigorously, his hair bouncing.

“Pweeze, Dad.” Dean ruffled Sam’s hair and carried him out to the kitchenette. He put his son in the booster seat and pulled out a box of Lucky Charms, pouring it into a bowl and adding milk. Giving Sam a spoon and his breakfast, Dean sat across from him. Even though Sam was only two and some months, he was very neat and careful with everything he did, every move slow and deliberate. He was also exceptionally bright, and it unnerved Dean how much the child resembled his brother. From eyes to hair to demeanour, the similarities were more than a little uncanny. The only things he’d inherited from his parents were Dean’s lips and Claire’s nose. Everything else was Sam.

“Daddy, what awe you doing?” Dean jumped at the sound of Sam’s voice, shaking the table accidentally with his leg. Sam laughed as his cereal leaped about in the bowl. Dean rubbed his eyes, trying to blink away his thoughts.

“Nothin’ Sammy, just thinking,” he sighed. The boy frowned.

“Do you want the west of my ceweaw?” Sam said, pushing over the half empty bowl, “It’oh make you fee-oh bettew.” Dean didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He tousled Sam’s hair, smiling weakly.

“No thanks Sammy, I’m fine.” As Dean spoke, Claire re-emerged in a pair of worn jean, t-shirt, and a heavy cotton blouse. She smiled at her son and boyfriend, pulling on some socks.

“You two really are the most handsome devils on the planet,” she laughed, “You ready to go Dean?” Dean stood up, scratching his chest.

“Yeah, just lemme get changed,” he answered, going into the bedroom. He got his jeans from the floor and a shirt from his bag, changing quickly.

“Okay,” he announced, coming out, “Lets get some food.”



Yes, Claire is still here, but she's better now, I promise! And what did you guys think of li'l Sam? I'm dying to hear what you all have to say, so PLEASE COMMENT!! AND THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!

love you all!!

Pauline

[cooldudet]

so far soo good
but please update soon
every tues and fri day
you update 'amI coreect
i am very hooked to thsi
so please upadte soon lol

[mizpah]

Great start, Pauline.

Poor Dean - having nightmares about the night Sam died/was taken.

And awww, little Sammy a dead ringer for his uncle, right down to the puppy dog look.

I wonder if that's going to mean something significant in the coming war. What else might he have inherited from Sam....

Dean's a great dad - but then, I always knew he would be.

Looking forward to the ride, as always.

Jules

[warriorgrrrl]

ALOHA, READERS!! how be you all this morning? I got up early so i could give you this and just so i could go on the internet. My father has screwed around with my internet access again, and I am, once again, not pleased. My relationship with my dad is very close to hitting the fan, and not just because of the internet. What i want to do with my life, actually, is the major chink in it. I want to go one way, he's trying to get me to go another. So i feel a bit like Sam when he wanted to leave home... Hope i didn't depress you all, but thats how i'm doing in nutshell right now.

ANYHOO... HERE IS CHAPTER TWO!!! more cuteness and humour! ENJOY AND THANKS FOR READING!!!!


Chapter 2: Breakfast Plans

Dean locked the Impala quickly, eager to have some food and go over today’s hunt one last time with Bobby and Ellen. With Claire carrying Sam, the family of three entered the restaurant.

Ellen and Bobby were sitting in a corner booth, heads bent low over coffee and some papers. Sam gave a squeal of delight when he saw them, struggling to get down and run over. Claire looked at Dean, who shrugged and grinned, then put Sam on the floor. Running as fast as his little legs could carry him, Sam launched himself at Ellen and then Bobby.

“Auntie Ewwen, Uncoe Bobby!” he cried happily, hugging them both.

“Dean, you gotta put a leash on that kid! I not used to this much to so much happiness in the mornin’” commented Bobby, ruffling Sam’s hair. The boy proceeded to squeeze in between Bobby and Ellen, scribbling on the place matt with some crayons the waitress gave him. Dean and Claire sat across from them, accepting the coffee that was poured into their mugs.

“Aw Bobby, you love it, don’t deny it,” Dean chuckled, grabbing one of the papers from him. “So you’re ready for today, right?” Bobby nodded.

“I got all we need in my truck. We can head out as soon as you two are ready,” he answered as their breakfast arrived, “At least the nest isn’t that big.” Dean chewed on a sausage, savouring the spicy flavour. Claire cut delicately into her pancakes, waiting until the waitress had left to speak again.

“How many vampires are there again?” she murmured, a wary look in her blue eyes.

“Five. And they haven’t moved house yet, but they’re going to, probably in a few days, if we don’t clean’em out now,” said Bobby.

“They haven’t killed anyone else so far?” Dean mumbled through his mouthful of food.

“Nope, just those three people that we know of.”

“Yeah, but god knows how many they’re holding,” muttered Claire darkly, “Sam! Don’t put crayons up your nose!” Dean burst out laughing at the sight of his son grinning at them with one red and one black crayon sticking out of his nostrils.

“Look, Mommy, I’m a vampire!” he exclaimed, waving his hands in claw like fashion. Claire kicked Dean hard in the shins, but he was laughing too hard to care.

“Dean, shut up! You’re drawing attention,” she hissed, looking uneasy. Some of the customers were looking at them curiously. Dean swallowed his laughter with difficulty, and put on his serious face. Even so, as soon as Claire wasn’t looking, he winked at Sam. Ellen shook her head, smiling at them as she sipped her coffee.

“Be happy for Sammy, Claire,” she said, looking at the younger woman, “At least the world is still fun for him. Ain’t that right Sammy?” Sam nodded vigorously, not really paying attention to the adults. Dean grinned at his son, fatherly pride filling him. Sam returned the grin, then concentrated on his drawing again.

It was quiet for a while, everyone enjoying their meals. Only when the cheque arrived did they get up again.

“Okay, Sammy, time to go,” Claire said, scooping up her son.

‘Whe-awe we go-een?” asked Sam, eyes wide with curiosity.

“You are going to have some fun with Auntie Ellen while Mommy and me go help some people,” Dean replied, tickling Sam. Sam laughed, clapping his hands as Ellen took him. Ellen smiled as she hoisted the child on her hip, then looked seriously at Dean, Claire, and Bobby.

“You guys be careful, right?” she said. Claire and Dean exchanged a look.

“We’ll be fine,” said Dean breezily, “It’s just vampires."


Famous last words, Dean... So, like, not like? I promise, VIOLENCE and ANGRY!DEAN in the next two!!! especially chapter four!!! Thanks for reading again, and please comment!!

Love you all,

Pauline

[cooldudet]

awesome chap
but what about Sam
what is going on with him?????
lke i said before very addicting

[mizpah]

Thanks for the PM, Pauline - and yes, keep them coming. They're not annoying at all. I do tend to lose track of stories sometimes, so it's nice to get that reminder.

Love little Sammy. Still wonder if he's going to be a key player in what is to come, though...

And oh, Dean - famous last words. Don't you ever learn - it's just vampires??? You just guaranteed something is going to go pear-shaped on this hunt.

Can't wait to see what's in store for us next.

Jules

[warriorgrrrl]

Good ee-veniiing... First off, APOLOGIES FOR HAVING NOT POSTED THIS EARLIER!!!! we had to go to the city, and we didn't get home until after 10, and my internet DIES at 7. Plus, i was really tired and pissed off at my brother... Not a good writing mood. But today's chapter... ITS THRILLS AND SPILLS TIME, BABY!!!!


Chapter 3: Nasty Surprise

Dean shut the door to the Impala, blinking in the bright sunlight. Claire looked around, the wary expression of a hunter on her face. Bobby got out of his truck and joined them, all three looking at the rotten looking barn in front of them.

"Well. Home sweet home," Dean snarked. Claire rolled her eyes, opening the trunk of the Impala and throwing him a well sharpened machette, taking another for herself.

"Let's get this over with," she snapped, flexing her shoulders and glaring at the barn. Dean and Bobby exchanged a look, both remembering that Claire's old boyfriend had been murdered by vampires.

"You gonna be okay?" he asked quietly. Claire nodded stiffly and Dean turned back to Bobby. "You'll back us up if we need it?" Bobby gave him a Look that said 'do I look like an idiot?'. Dean smirked, and he and Claire padded silently toward the barn. Pushing the door open as quietly as possible, he gave a quick scan of the barn; four hammocks hung in a row and gentle snoring filled the large space. Motioning for Claire to follow him, he stalked like a cat to the first hammock, machette raised. The vampire didn't know what was happening until it was too late. Claire deftly dispatched another; within two minutes, all four vampires were re-dead.

Dean wiped off his blade carefully, kicking one head out of his way. Claire came beside him, still looking tense.

"I thought there were five," she hissed, eyes flying around the barn. Dean frowned, also looking around.

"Hey, you go back over there, I'll look around here," he muttered back, shifting his grip on his machette. Claire's gaze was hard and worried, but she nodded slightly and slipped away. Dean turned back around and walked slowly to the back of the barn, listening for any sound and looking for any movement.

Claire looked back at Dean for only a second when she saw the tall figure stalking him.

"Dean, look out!" she screamed, running at him. Dean whipped around and came face to face with the massive vampre. He raised his machette, but wasn't quick enough. The vampire swung his arm and sent Dean flying into some old hay bales. Winded and coughing dust, he looked up at the vampire and his blood froze. The vampire's eyes were black orbs.

"He's possessed!" Dean yelled at Claire, backing away swiftly. Claire stopped momentarily, then turned and ran outside.

"Hey-Where are you going?!" he shouted after her.

"I have a plan!" she called back. The demon/vampire smiled.

Oh crap, thought Dean.

"Hi Dean," it growled, grinning twistedly and walking quickly towards Dean.

"Claire-" Dean broke off as the possessed vampire punched him in the jaw. He swung the machette, but the vampire was too quick and kept coming at him.

"Claire!"

"Hang on-"

The vampire punched Dean again and sent him severly winded against the wall. Bearing its fangs, it prepared to kill Dean for good.

"CLAIRE!!"

The vampire lunged-

And Claire sank a syringe deep into its neck, injecting it full of something. The vampire shrieked, steam hissing from the needle hole, and collapsed, twitching. Dean and Claire stared at each other, chests heaving. She helped him up, dusting off his clothes.

"What the hell took you so long?!" he demanded.

"I couldn't find the holy water, then the syringe, and I was trying to tell Bobby what had happened at the same time. Besides, you're okay, and I would have been back in here if you were in serious trouble," she retorted.

"Well, I-I might have been!" he blustered, "What was that anyway?"

"Holy water and dead man's blood. Figured it might do the trick," Claire answered, gripping Dean's jacket hard.

"Oh figured; and if it wouldn't have worked?" Dean snorted, then sneezed as the dust invaded his nostrils. Claire glared at him.

"The point is, it did. Now lets find out what the hell is going on here and send that bastard back to hell before it comes around," she snapped. Picking up the syringe, she stalked back outside. Dean sighed.

"Women," he said.

my fingers ache now... But i hope it was worth it for you all!! And now, I have a date with Sam, Dean and Castiel. I didn't watch the new epi yesterday.... And its coming on soo soon now... CAN'T WAIT!! THANKS FOR READING AND PLEASE COMMENT!!

love you all!!!

Pauline

and oh yes!!! to answer your question cooldudet, Sam is MENTIONED in the next chapter... but i can't tell you if and when he's showing up...

[cooldudet]

awesome update
sorry what can I say I am Sam girl
lol but I do love Dean too lol
can't wait for more
enjoy the episode
it is awesome
oh and then the promo for next one
I about died lol lmao
can't wait for more

[warriorgrrrl]

Morning!!! Nice and bright and early... gotta make this fast though!!! Glad to see you all enjoy it thus far, and Dean needs MEGA hugs today!!! Thanks for readin' and please comment!!


Chapter 4: Master and Apprentice

All three gathered around the Devil’s Trap, waiting for the possessed vampire to awake. He moaned, and opened his eyes, looking around, then glared at them.

“It’s not very polite to tie up your guests,” he said nastily.

“It’s not nice to bite people either,” Dean shot back.

“Eye for an eye, Winchester. So what’re you gonna do, send my ass back to hell?” he sneered. Dean, Claire, and Bobby exchanged a look.

“Not quite; we want to know what you were doing, possessing a vampire,” said Claire.

“Now why the hell would I tell you that?”

“Because we’re asking nice. Next time we won’t,” Dean snapped. The vampire shrugged.

“Fair enough. Well, I always wanted to know what it was like to possess something other than a human, they’re not much fun at all,” he sighed. Dean’s jaw tightened and he tossed a bucket of holy water on the possessed vampire. He howled in pain and fury, hissing curses at all of them.

“This time I’m not asking nice. Why are you possessing a vampire?” snarled Dean. The vampire glared at him with hatred, then cracked his back.

“Wouldn’t you just love to know… But Azazel wouldn’t be happy if I spilled the beans,” he said in a bored voice. Dean’s face became cold with fury.

“Azazel?” he murmured, voice shaking with anger. The vampire smiled, seeing he had hit a nerve.

“Still ticked off about what he did to little ol’ Sammy are we?” the vampire said innocently. Dean punched him hard in the head, breathing heavily.

“Don’t you dare talk about Sam,” he spat. The vampire laughed.

“Oh what Azazel put him through, if only you knew, Deano.”

“Shut up.”

“The pain… You should have heard the screaming, we couldn’t sleep for a month-”

“I SAID SHUT UP!!” roared Dean, going ballistic on the vampire. Claire attempted to drag him away, pure venom in her eyes as she glared at the vampire. He laughed again.

“You wanna know why I was sent here? Azazel’s little protégé wanted to know how you were handling life without Sammy.” Everyone froze, staring at the vampire. “Oh, you didn’t hear the news? Yeah, Azazel’s training up his little leader, and then… Let the fun and games begin.” Dean leaned in close.

“Who is he?” he asked quietly.

“Oh, wouldn’t you just love to know… He made Sammy suffer, that’s for sure, made him cry for his big brother. Geez, Dean, why didn’t you answer? He was all alone, in pain and wanting help. How could you abandon him like that?" taunted the vampire. Claire only just managed to hold Dean back as Bobby rapidly recited the excorsism ritual. The vampire jerked and threw back his head, the tarrish smoke flying up and away. Dean swung his machette, decapitating the vampire and continuing to hack at the body. Swearing explosively, he paced the barn.

"Demon's lie, Dean-"

"I would never abandon Sammy, never-"

"There was nothing you could have done, and Sam would never go to hell-"

"I'll kill Azazel if its the last thing I ever do, I swear to god-" he broke off, punching a wooden beam. Claire grabbed his arm and swung him around, her eyes burning.

"Listen to me, Dean Winchester. This is not your fault. It never was, and it never will be. It's Azazel's. And we'll make that bastard pay, I promise you," she said forcefully. Dean's mouth wa a thin line, but he nodded stiffly. "Do either of you know about this so called apprentice?" Dean and Bobby shook their heads.

"This is really the first demonic activity we've come across in three years, so if Azazel does have and apprentice of sorts, it would explain a lot," said Bobby. Claire nodded.

"Then that should be our first priority, finding out who or what this apprentice is," she added. Dean wasn't paying attention; the haunting memory of Sam's death raced before his eyes. Black hatred filled him and he swore he would find Azazel and his protege, and make them pay.


HOPE IT WAS GOOD!!! the next chappie is more tears oriented, so keep the tissues handy for friday!!

LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

Pauline

[mizpah]

Hmmm...

I think I know who the apprentice is, and I'm hoping love will save him.

Poor Dean, hearing about Sam's torture, and now having Sam's death replaying in his head even more vividly that it did before.

Sorry I missed the last chapter, Pauline - I've not been very well lately. Haven't been able to sit at the computer for very long.

Looking forward to Friday.

Jules

[warriorgrrrl]

AFTERNOON!!!! i'm terribly sorry for not posting this morning, but last night was hell, and there was the new epi, so i couldn't type it up... But i am now!!!!! The first part you will need: tissues, extra doses of "AAAAWWWW!!!!!" and probably some more tissues. The second part: probably pitchforks and torches... And i have to get my ass in gear and finish this fic... i got carried away with another one, and now i really have to work on this one... bad me.

ENJOY AND PLEASE COMMENT!!!


Chapter 5: "I'm Here, Daddy"

It was early afternoon when the three rejoined Ellen and little Sam.

"Well, you guys are late-" Ellen admonished, then she saw their grim expressions, "What happened?" Dean scowled, going into the house. Claire and Bobby stayed outside, explaining to Ellen what had happened and to give Dean some space.

Dean ran upstairs, shutting the door to the spare bedroom. He paced the room, breathing hard. Finally, out of desperate anger, he ripped out his wallet and pulled out his one picture of Sam.

It was least five years old now, but to Dean, it didn't matter. It was the only image he had of his baby brother and one of the few things he had of Sam period; the money clip and some of Sam's belongings were the others.

He sank onto the bed, his fingers trembling and tears pooling in his eyes.

"Aw Sammy," he choked, sobs shaking his form.

In the next room, little Sam awoke, hearing something. Curious, he slid off the big bed he'd been sleeping on and walked into the hallway. A sort of snuffling was coming from behind the one door. Reaching up, Sam opened it and padded in.

"Daddy?" he said, recognizing his father. Dean jumped, turning around.

"Hey Sammy," he said hoarsly. Sam came over, crawling up beside his father.

"Aw you okay?" the little boy asked. Dean laughed bitterly, wiping his wet face. Sam hugged his father, snuggling under Dean's arm. He touched the picture in his father's hand, studying his uncle's face.

"Who's that?"

"That? That's my brother, Sam," Dean said, swallowing the lump in his throat again. Sam looked at the picture for a long time.

"Whe-ah is he?" he said, brow furrowed in concentration. Dean blew out a deep breath, clutching his son close to him.

"He died a few years ago, before you were born," he whispered, "Murdered." Sam looked up at him, a worried look on his face.

"Did he go to a good pwace?" he asked plaintively. Dean paused; if Sam would have asked any day before this, he would have said yes. Now he wasn't so sure.

"I don't know Samy. I really don't know," he rasped. Sam hugged his father hard.

"Don't wo-awy, I'm still he-ah, Daddy," Sam promised. Dean was at first taken by surprise at Sam's words, then he hugged him back, pulling the boy onto his lap.

"Thanks kiddo," he said, burying his nose in Sam's thick hair. Sam sighed quietly, falling asleep once more in his father's arms.

***********

"Did you tell them who he is?" Azazel snarled, towering over the cowering demon at his feet.

"N-no, my lord, I did not. They have no idea," it whimpered, the black cloud shivering on the floor. Azazel breathed a sigh of relief. Good. Then the Winchesters were still in the dark.

"Get out of here and find a host; I don't like talking to snivelling clouds," he snapped. The demon immediately flew out of the cavern, glad to be gone. Still muttering under his breath, Azazel started pacing the room slowly and deliberately.

"My lord?" Another demon stepped forward, it's host's face looking apprehensive.

"What?"

"How is the boy's training coming?"

Azazel smiled, a picture of black triumph.

"He is ready. He's exceeded my expectations and he's everything I've ever hoped for and more. My true leader..."

The other demon nodded, clearly relieved. Azazel faced him, fire burning in his yellow eyes.

"Ready the troops. In a few days time, the Gate will open, and I want the boy's army to be ready," he ordered. The demon's eyes opened wide.

"But-but my lord, there is not enough time-"

"Are you arguing with me, Darius?"

Darius shook his head rapidly.

"Good, I would hate to see you be used as a... test subject," Azazel murmured, veiling the threat. Darius bowed quickly and rushed out of the cavern. Azazel smiled twistedly, going into the next cavern. A woman was screaming in agony, being tortured violently by the young man at the end of the hollow. He was not touching her physically, only using his mind. He stopped momentarily as Azazel entered. The woman was given a moment's respite, and she curled into a ball, sobbing.

"Oh, please, go on, this looks interesting," Azazel said, leaning against the doorway. The young man blinked, then focused on the woman again. Her shrieks of blinding pain filled the cavern again. Azazel laughed, and triumphant smile flitted across the young man's face.

Life was good.


Wells, hope that made up for my hours of lateness... i personally love the way the end part turned out... and i'm all a tingle for my plans to unfold!!! *evil laugh* hope you all are too... muahaha... And i will hopefully post chapter six on tuesday! i have part of it already done, but its a long way from decent... and i apologize for any grammer/spelling mistakes! i typed it up straight on here! THANKS FOR READING!!

hearts and hugs!!

Pauline

[cooldudet]

awesome update
and yes last night was killer
I almost had a heart attack and am only 20 lol jk
but omg it was intense
can't wait for that next update

[warriorgrrrl]

Well, good morning to you all... hope you had a very good night last night, because i sure as hell didn't. Its never a nice thing when your parents tell you that you won't be able to get far or make money painting or writing. Needless to say, i feel like crap this morning. But, good news, i've started typing DMTNT on the computer, so it shall come to you faster and longer! Get the hugs ready for little Sammy!!! He needs em today... ENJOY AND PLEASE COMMENT!


Chapter 6: Playground Nightmares

Dean carried Sam down the stairs, trying not to wake him right away. The smell of onions and beef filtered into the air, making his mouth water. Claire looked up as he entered the kitchen, still pale, but his eyes sparkling again.

“Hey, you doing okay?” she asked quietly, resting her hand on his arm.

“Yeah, got some good advice from someone twenty eight years younger than me,” he said ruefully. Claire smiled, looking at their son.

“I always knew he was special,” she murmured, stroking Sam’s curls. He shifted in Dean’s arms and opened his eyes, looking around.

“Mommy?” he mumbled, rubbing his face.

“Hey, baby, did you have fun with Ellen?” said Claire. Sam nodded, still looking sleepy. Claire and Dean exchanged a look; tired Sam now meant hyper Sam in a few hours. “You want to go the park?”

Sam perked up instantly.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” he exclaimed, “Can we go now?” Dean and Claire exchanged smiles, then nodded. Sam whooped. “Let’s go!”

The sun was just starting to set as the family of three arrived at the local playground, making long shadows from the equipment. Sam ran off to tackle the vast ups and downs of the metal structure, Dean and Claire watching him.

“I don’t know what I deserved to have a kid like that,” said Dean, hands in his pockets.

“He’s everything I would have ever wished for, and then some,” agreed Claire, “He’s special…” Dean caught her unspoken fear and looked at her. Her eyes were fixed on his, wide and anxious. “Do you think Azazel will come after him?” Dean’s heart skipped a beat as he thought. He swallowed.

“I don’t know,” he replied honestly, “But if he does, that sonofabitch dies, along with any other bastard that tries to.” Claire nodded, leaning against Dean. He wrapped his arm around her, both soaking up the last of the sun.

Sam scrambled up to the tope of the one tower, staring out over the field, the wind tickling his thick hair.

“Hello,” said a deep voice, smooth and flowing. Sam looked down, meeting eyes with a tall man. “What’s you’re name?” Sam paused, his instincts telling him to turn and go back to his parents. The man laughed low in his throat, his long hair hiding much of his face. “Come here, I want to see you properly.” As if in a dream, Sam went down the slide, going up to the man. He had to go down low on his knees to look the boy in the eyes. Sam felt the need to run intensify, but he couldn’t move. The man smiled.

“I like you, you’re special,” he said, pushing back some of Sam’s hair. Sam stepped back, but was still unable to run. “What’s your name?”

“Sam,” said Sam, his voice trembling a little. The man smiled, eyes narrowing.

“Sam, I like that name,” he said thoughtfully, “I knew a man named Sam once. I killed him.” The man pointed over to where Dean and Claire were. “Those your parents?”

Sam nodded, terror filling him. The man put his face close to the child’s, so their noses were almost touching.

“I’m going to kill them, you know, everyone single one of them.” He paused, rethinking his promise. “Well, maybe not you. I like you,” he repeated, “But mommy and daddy, they gotta go. They annoy me something fierce. Do you think I should kill them now?” He cocked his head in a seemingly innocent way, but Sam saw the promise of murder cold as ice in the man’s eyes. The man smiled and waved his hand.

As if released from a spell, Sam found his legs and ran back to his parents.

“MOM! DAD!” he screamed, his legs covering the distance in record time.

Dean and Claire jumped at Sam’s scream and raced toward him. Claire pulled him into her arms, trying to comfort the hysterical child. Sam was sobbing hard, burying his face into his mother’s hair.

“Sam, what happened?” Dean asked sharply, his fatherly protectiveness surging. Sam shook his head, then pointed back at the way he’d come.

“Scary man…” he managed, then he was crying harder than ever into Claire’s shoulder. Dean and Claire stared at each other, the unspoken fear heavy in the air. Turning around, Dean ran back to where Sam had been moments before. There was nothing, no sign of anyone but Sam, and definitely no one matching Sam’s description. As he stood up though, he caught a whiff of something. It was like sulphur, but there was something familiar, something he’d forgotten… The wind came up suddenly, but the chill that coursed through Dean had nothing to do with it. Trying to brush away the feeling, he went back to where Claire and Sam were.

Sam was still crying, but his hysterics had faded a little. He turned his tear stained face to his father’s.

“Did you find him?” he whispered. Dean shook his head.

“Sorry, Sam, I didn’t see him. But if he comes back, tell me or Mommy immediately, okay?” Sam nodded, going back to hiding in Claire’s hair. Without saying a word, they turned and walked swiftly home, leaving behind the longer fun playground.

In the far trees, the man watched, his eyes narrowed. Backing away, he disappeared from view; he had a job to do…


Well, thar ya go!! Hope it all had you wondering, and probably guessing, who mr. myrstery dude is... We'll be seeing much more of him in the future! Thanks for reading!

LOVES TO YOU ALL!!!

Pauline

[cooldudet]

hmm
i have no clue
who the mystery man
is
hmmm
awesome update

[Sammyluvr83]

love this!! cant wait for more!!!