Her Last Stand, The past comes back to haunt the boys

[maxandkiz]

Her Last Stand

Rating- T for strong language

Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Eric Kripke and the CW.

Summary: Coordinates lead Dean and Sam to Billings, Tennessee where boys are disappearing. Can the Winchesters figure out what's happening before its too late?



Chapter 1




Dean Winchester whistled as he walked across the mini-mart lot where his beloved impala was waiting. Opening the driver’s door he tossed the bag of treats at his little brother with a shouted “Head’s up!” right before the bag hit Sam in the head. “Getting a little slow there, Samantha.” Dean joked as he climbed into the car and gingerly shut the door.

“Cute, Dean” Sam mumbled his attention still focused on the paper-filled folder in his lap.

Sighing at his brother’s lack of reaction Dean revved the engine and pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road. He reached over to the radio turning the volume up to ear shattering decibels smiling as ‘Highway to Hell’ blared through the speakers. Tapping his fingers to the beat the young hunter alternated between watching the road and watching Sam who was totally absorbed in his research. It only took ten minutes for Dean to get tired of the silence. Snapping his fingers in his brother’s face he called, “Sammy? Hey, Earth to Sammy?”

“What Dean?” Sam huffed out without looking up.

“Tell me about the case.” Dean instructed. “Whatcha got so far?”

“Not much” Sam replied closing the file. “Billings Tennessee was just your normal dot on the map. A few people came during hunting season but it was basically a blink and you’ll miss it town. Or it was until a couple of years ago when a huge sinkhole engulfed part of the road that led into the town. At a little over one hundred feet wide and a hundred and fifty feet deep it was the biggest sinkholes the area had ever seen. People from all around started coming to see it and the town kinda boomed over night. They rebuilt the road to go around the hole and the usual motels and tourist stops popped up on both sides of the new attraction. The town grew as more people came and everything was going great.”

“Until?” Dean prompted motioning for Sam to move it along.

“Until two months ago when the disappearances started. So far four people have gone missing on the same stretch of highway, all boys between the ages of ten and fourteen. All were only children from single parent households and they all had longish brown hair. But that’s where the similarities end. They didn’t attend the same school, live close together, or even know each other for what I’ve been able to find out.” Sam explained. “They just vanished on their way home, no sign of a struggle or anything. The police covered every inch of road and the buildings surrounding that area and came up empty. They even brought in tracking dogs. Each boy’s scent led to the same part of the road before stopping. The police are theorizing that an abductor snatched the kids, put them in a vehicle, and drove away. And I can’t help but agree with them. There’s been no deadly accidents on that part of the road since it was built.”

“There’s gotta be something” Dean muttered.

“There’s nothing, Dean. I checked all the information twice.” Sam argued. “I think the police are right about this. It’s just some perverted whack-o taking boys for his or her own amusement.”

“No, no way, Sam” Dean retorted. “Dad sent those coordinates. That means something supernatural is going on.”

“Yeah, cause the mighty John Winchester is never wrong.” Sam scoffed crossing his arms and glaring out the passenger window at the scenery flying past.

“Give it a rest, will ya?” Dean huffed rolling his eyes at his pouting brother. “I know dad’s not perfect but he hasn’t been wrong about a hunt so far. All the coordinates he’s sent have been dead on which means this is too.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to look through everything again.” Sam conceded. “And then hit the library when we get to Billings. Maybe they’ll have some info I don’t.”

“That’s the spirit, Geek Boy!” Dean cheered. He watched his little brother open the folder and start reading once more before turning his attention back to the highway.

They drove for another half hour before spotting the sign welcoming them to the town of Billings, Tennessee. Driving past a wide variety of fast food restaurants and outlet stores the hunters continued on searching for a motel.

“Sam, correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you say the sinkhole was on the outskirts of town?” Dean asked. “Cause I sure didn’t see any hundred foot hole in the ground.”

“It’s on the other side of town, Dean.” Sam replied wincing as his big brother pulled into the parking lot of the Cozy Country motel. The building was so dilapidated that it looked like a strong wind would knock it over. Hoping that the inside looked a lot better he sat and waited as Dean walked into the lobby to book them a room.

“Room 11, all the way on the end” Dean announced as he sat back down in the classic Chevy. After quickly driving around and parking in front of the door to their room, he grabbed his duffle out of the back and hopped out of the car. “Come on Sammy! Let’s get this party started!”

“Coming” Sam called as he climbed out of the impala bag in hand. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he slowly walked to the room. “This place is giving me the creeps.” He thought glancing around the motel parking lot. Seeing nothing he shrugged and went in their room.

A few hours later

“Find anything?” Dean inquired as he sat down in a chair beside his brother.

“Nothing” Sam replied shaking his head. He quickly rewound the microfilm and turned off the machine. “An unidentified woman was killed in an accident during a police chase but that was on the section of road where the sinkhole is. Besides it happened over ten years ago. What about you? Did you get anything from the cops?”

“Nah, they don’t know any more than you do.” Dean said as he got up and walked to the library door. “That leaves the victims’ families.”

Sam followed his brother out of the heavy oak door and into the bright sunlight. Shading his eyes with one of his hands he went down the stairs and climbed into the gleaming black beauty that was parked on the curb. “Okay, guess we should start with Ms. Warren, the first victim’s mother.”

“Sounds good to me” Dean agreed as he started his baby’s engine and pulled onto the road. He followed Sam’s directions out of town taking a right onto a gravel driveway in front of the sinkhole.

A shiver went down Sam’s spine as he gazed at the log cabin at the end of the driveway. Something about the place was familiar and not in a good way. He racked his brain attempting to figure out what was freaking him out about the place but the answer seemed to be just out of reach. Sam was brought out of his musing by Dean’s voice calling his name. “What’d you say?” he asked.

“I said are you ready” Dean repeated looking worriedly at his brother. “You okay, Sammy?”

“I’m fine” Sam replied as he climbed out of the car putting a stop to their conversation. “Come on, let’s go.” He trudged up the porch steps and over to the front door with Dean right behind him. Ringing the door bell he stood and waited refusing to meet his big brother’s eyes not wanting Dean to see his nervousness.

“May I help you gentlemen?” a short, thirty-something woman with long brown hair asked opening the door part way.

“Yes, Ma’am, we’re FBI agents Cash and Jennings.” Sam answered flashing his fake id. “We’d like to ask you a few questions about your son’s disappearance if you don’t mind.”

“I’ve already told the police and those other FBI agents everything I know.” Ms. Warren informed them.

“We know ma’am. We’re just double checking everything.” Dean smoothly lied.

“Oh, alright, come in then agents” Ms. Warren said holding the door for Sam and Dean. Once they were inside she led them to the kitchen and motioned for them to take a seat at the table. “Would you like some coffee?”

“That would be great ma’am” Dean replied with a grin as he sat down at the table.

“Thank you Ms. Warren” Sam said taking the offered mug. He took a sip before setting the hot cup on the table.

“Now if you could just tell us about the last time you saw your son” Dean prompted.

“It was about two months ago. It was like any other school day. Danny got up and dressed for school before coming into the kitchen for breakfast. We had eggs and pancakes.” Ms. Warren began.

Sam glanced around the room nervously unsure why he was freaking out. Tuning out his brother and Ms. Warren he leaned over peering into the living room. /Flash/ pictures of him when he was a toddler /flash/ children’s books on his bed /flash/ a woman reading a cook book/ Sam jumped out of his chair and backed away from the table. In a full blow panic he turned and ran out of the room oblivious to Dean’s calls.

After a hurried explanation to Ms. Warren, Dean raced through the house and out the door. Noticing the impala’s open back door he rushed over eyes widening at the sight of Sam sitting knees pulled to his chest as he stared at the old cabin. Reaching out he gently grasped his little brother’s chin pushing it up and over so Sam was looking at him instead of the house. “Sammy? Sammy, what happened in there?” Dean asked. Getting no answer he shook Sam’s shoulder. “Come on kiddo, what’s wrong?”

“Dean, I, I know w-who it is” he stammered.

“Who what is? Sam, what are you talking about?” Dean questioned anxiously.

“She’s taking the boys, Dean. It’s her” Sam cryptically said.

“Who buddy? Who’s taking the boys?” Dean asked carding a hand through his little brother’s hair to calm him.

“Mrs. Pool” Sam softly whispered. “It’s Mrs. Pool.”




She's ba-ack!!!

[jared.is.fit]

gd start...like poor worried sammy lol
update soon
x

[cindy123]

Oh gosh, not Mrs. Pool again. Cripes, Sam can't seem to get rid of her. Great start.

Cindy.

[maxandkiz]

jared.is.fit- Thanks! Yeah, Sammy has reason to be worried. After all Mrs. Pool's already taken him once.

cindy123- Thank you! Afraid so. She just doesn't know when to quit.(especially since several people pointed out that the guys didn't salt and burn her body last time)




Chapter 2




“She, she’s tr-trying to fi-find her, her son J-J-Joey” Sam stammered.

“Awww buddy. Is that what’s got you so tied up?” Dean softly asked. “Sammy, Mrs. Pool’s…”

“I gotta get outta here” Sam broke in shivering at the feeling of someone watching them. “We’ve gotta go! Please, Dean! Please get me outta here!”

“Okay Sammy, we’re going.” Dean agreed. “Just calm down man.” Quickly stepping back from the impala he shut the back door and raced around the black beauty. Pulling the driver’s door open he climbed in and revved the engine. With a quick glance back at his freaked out little brother Dean put the car in gear and sped out of the driveway and back onto the road. Silence reined as Dean drove his baby down the road a few miles before turning into the parking lot of the Cozy Country motel and pulling up in front of their room. He worriedly watched as Sam practically ran to the room. Swiping a hand across his face Dean threw open the door and walked the few steps to the room door and walked inside.

Dean stepped inside the puke green room, tossed his keys on the table, and trudged over to his bed. Taking a seat on the side of the bed he leaned back against the headboard mirroring his brother’s position. “Wanna tell me what that was about back there?” he asked as he glanced over at Sam.

“I told you, Dean. Mrs. P-Pool is back. That cabin is hers. It’s where she took me when she, she…” Sam mumbled toying with the hem of his shirt.

“Sammy, it can’t be Mrs. Pool. She’s dead. You saw her get hit, remember?” Dean gently said. “And before you say it, I know people can be ghosts but dude, we don’t even know if this is the right place. And even if it is dad and the others were there. I’m sure they took care of the body before we left. They wouldn’t have taken a chance like that; not when you were involved.”

“You, you don’t believe me?” Sam whispered staring over at Dean with tear filled eyes.

“I didn’t say that kiddo” Dean backpedalled frowning as his brother dropped his gaze to the floor. Sighing Dean walked over to Sam’s bed and sat down on the side facing his little brother. “Sam? Look at me, Sammy.” Dean softly called. He waited for Sam to look up before continuing. “I didn’t say I didn’t believe you, buddy. I think you believe it and it’s not like stranger things haven’t happened to us. But let’s step back and look at the facts for a minute, alright? You did the research. Did you find any mention of Mrs. Pool?”

“No” Sam admitted. “But there was that article about an unidentified woman getting killed in a police chase. That’s what happened to her.”

“Well yeah. But the paper didn’t name the woman so that doesn’t really prove it either way.” Dean pointed out.

“But Dean that was her cabin. I’m sure of it.” Sam stated.

“Maybe it is. That still doesn’t mean it’s her man.” Dean argued. “I mean she took you, what thirteen, fourteen years ago. Why wait all those years?”

“The sinkhole!” Sam exclaimed. “That road was nothing but forests and a few scattered houses until the sinkhole two years ago. Maybe the town building up stirred her up.”

“Yeah, but still that was two years ago. The disappearances didn’t start until two months ago. Why the gap?” Dean said pushing the uneasy feeling in his gut to the side. Standing he began to pace.

“I don’t know.” Sam replied. “Maybe it took her a while to get the hang of being a spirit or something.”

Rolling his eyes at the suggestion Dean rubbed the back of his head as he paced to the door and back. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. Get on the laptop and see if you can’t find out who owned that cabin before Ms. Warren.” Dean instructed as he headed for the door. “I’m gonna call dad and find out what they did with the body.”

“Yeah, like he’ll answer his phone.” Sam muttered pulling out his laptop and firing it up.

“Sam” Dean warned opening the door. “Lay off dad, okay?”

“Fine” Sam huffed as he tapped furiously on the keys.

Shaking his head Dean stepped out of the room and shut the door. Taking his cell out of his jacket pocket he hit his dad’s speed dial number and put the phone to his ear. Getting the senior Winchester’s voice mail he quickly cut the call and punched in a number he hadn’t used in a long time. Three rings later he heard a gruff ‘hello’. “Bobby, its Dean Winchester.” He greeted. “I need your help…No, nothing like that. I just have a question about something that happened a long time ago. I’d ask dad but he’s not answering his phone and I really need…yes sir. What happened to, ummm, to Mrs. Pool’s body? You guys did salt and burn it, right?...Bobby, you still there?...We’re in Billings, Tennessee…Yeah, Sam and me…What? Please tell me you’re kidding…crap! Okay, listen I gotta go. I’ll talk to you…you don’t have to do that Bobby…yes sir…See you later then. Thanks, Bobby”

Flipping his phone shut Dean spun around and kicked the wall. Furious about what he’d learned he raised his hand to throw his cell and stopped hitting speed dial instead. He waited for the beep and then spoke. “You no account son of a bit**! How could you send us here knowing it was her?! What, you don’t think that witch screwed Sammy up enough the first time? All those months of nightmares and panic attacks not enough for you old man?! Or is this some kind of sick test? Some stupid test for Sammy to prove he’s still a good hunter or something?! Whatever it is you can forget it! I refuse to stand by and watch Sammy go through that again! Sammy and I are outta here!” Snapping the lid shut Dean angrily shoved the phone back in his pocket. After giving himself several minutes alone to cool down, he went back into the motel room and walked over to the table where Sam was sitting. “Get your stuff. We’re leaving.” He announced.


AN- I added the recipes for "Bobby's" casseroles to my profile at fanfic.net. You can access them here if you'd like to try them out.

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[jared.is.fit]

Wow loved it.

naughty John trying to dredge up sammy's horrible memories

good work

xxx

[cindy123]

I can't believe John sent them there knowing it was Mrs. Pool. Poor Sam, all of those old memories and fears are going to come back. And, once Mrs. Pool's spirit realizes he's there, if it hasn't already, she's going to come after Sam. Kudos to Dean for telling his dad off! Anything for Sammy. Great story, can't wait for more.

Cindy.

[maxandkiz]

jared.is.fit- Thanks! Don't be too hard on John. We don't know that he knew it was Mrs. Pool.

cindy123- Thank you! You're right! Mrs. Pool will definitely come after Sam if she realizes he's there. Course she'll have to get through Dean first.







Chapter 3



Dean stomped into the bathroom, snatched their kits off the counter behind the sink, and trudged back into the room. Grabbing his duffle he dropped it on his bed and stuffed both shaving kits inside. Noticing that his little brother hadn’t moved yet he called out, “Get a move on, Sammy!”

“No” Sam whispered staring down at the grimy carpet. He nervously toyed with the hem of his shirt shivering at the thought of facing Mrs. Pool once more.

“”What was that, Sam?” Dean asked stopping his frenzied packing and walking over to kneel in front of his little brother.

“I said no Dean” Sam repeated voice growing louder with each word. “I’m not leaving. We have a job to do.”

“You don’t have to worry about the hunt kiddo. Bobby’s coming. He’ll deal with it.” Dean explained.

“No, no way. It’ll take Bobby more than twenty four hours to get here from his place.” Sam argued. “What if she takes another kid before then?”

“She won’t” Dean replied with a shrug.

“But what if you’re wrong? Will you be able to live with yourself if she snatches another boy?” Sam questioned nervously running a hand through his hair. “Cause I won’t.”

Dean opened his mouth to reply only to close it after seeing the determined look on Sam’s face. He’d seen that look before and he knew he didn’t have a snowball’s chance of changing his little brother’s mind now. Shaking his head Dean huffed. “Fine, we’ll stay.” Dean conceded. “But only till Bobby gets here. Then we hit the road. Deal?”

“Deal” Sam agreed. Reaching for his laptop he turned it so his big brother could see the screen. “I did some checking while you were outside and I found out that the cabin was originally built by M, Mrs. P-Pool’s parents. She inherited it after they both passed away. After she was killed, it was sold to some rich couple that just happened to be passing through. They came a handful of times before putting it up for sale saying that the place gave them the creeps. The cabin had several owners and renters from there but no one stayed very long. One couple even hired some amateur ghost busters group to come check out the place. The group spent the night at the cabin and then gave the couple a stupid line about the fuse box putting out too much electrical energy or some such crap. Mr. and Mrs. Summers moved out four days later. They were the last ones to live in the cabin until two months ago when Ms. Warren and her son moved in.”

“You think the kid being in the house is what set Mrs. Pool off?” Dean asked sliding a chair over and taking a seat.

“Yeah, I mean it makes sense. You saw his picture; he looks a lot like I did at ten. Mrs. Po-Pool must have seen him and thought he was me, umm, Joey.” Sam concluded.

“But then where’d she take him? And if she thought Danny was Joey, then why did she take the other boys?” Dean asked rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t know. Maybe she figured out he wasn’t Joey” Sam suggested.

“Could be. But that still leaves us with the where.” Dean pointed out. He scratched at a scuff mark on the table top for a moment and then added, “I think we need to talk to someone that knew Mrs. Pool.”

“Who, Dean? Her parents, husband, and son are all dead. And the people around here don’t know who she was.” Sam stated with a frown. “There’s no one left to talk to.”

“That’s not exactly true, Sammy.” Dean countered. “There is one person that might know something.”

“Who?” Sam curiously asked as he glanced back at the computer screen to see if he had missed something.

“You, Sam” Dean replied. “You were at the cabin with Mrs. Pool for a week before we found you.”

“Dean” Sam quietly warned. “Don’t”

“I’m sorry Sammy.” Dean apologized placing a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I know you don’t want to think about what happened but you’re gonna have to if we’re going to have a chance of finding those boys.”

Sam glanced brokenheartedly at Dean then dropped his gaze to his hands and nodded. “I, I don’t remember much; just bits and pieces really.” Sam softly said.

“Think Sam, did she take you anywhere besides the cabin?” Dean prompted gently squeezing his little brother’s shoulder. “Or talk about some special place she would go with Joey?”

“Not that I remember” Sam replied. “But I was really out of it from the meds she kept giving me. She could have said something and I just don’t remember it.”

“That’s okay buddy. We’ll figure it out. We’ll go out to the spot where the boys disappeared and scout out the area.” Dean decided getting out of his chair. “But first we’re gonna scope out the diner down the street. I’m starving!”

“You go ahead. I’ll stay here and check out a few things. I’m not hungry.” Sam said groaning as his growling stomach betrayed him.

“Careful getting out the door Pinocchio!” Dean quipped. “I’m not paying for it if you put a nose sized hole in the door.”

Sam rolled his eyes at his big brother. Closing his laptop he stood and followed Dean out of the room.

Later

“I’m telling you Dean, one of these days you’re going to get sick as a dog from stuffing your face like that.” Sam scolded as the two climbed out of the impala and walked toward their room.

“You’re imagining things Sammy. I didn’t eat that much.” Dean replied patting his belly.

“Dean, you ate four pieces of pie!” Sammy pointed out holding up four fingers for emphasis.

“It was *burp* good.” Dean defended. Grinning he took the door key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

Shaking his head at his brother’s antics Sam stepped into the room. “I swear Dean, you’re gonna…” he trailed off freezing in shock. “D-Dad?”

[jared.is.fit]

oooooooo gd update

[cindy123]

Awesome chapter hon. Poor Sam is so scared right now. I don't blame him in the least. That woman was bad enough when she was alive, but now that she's a ghost, it's going to be so much worse. Can't wait for your next update.

Cindy.

[maxandkiz]

jared.is.fit- Thank you! Glad you liked it!

cindy123- Thanks! You're right about that. Mrs. Pool is going to be a lot harder to deal with now that she's a ghost.




Chapter 4




AN- Sorry it’s been so long, guys. And that this one is so short. Real life hasn’t eased up yet. Hopefully soon it’ll calm down enough for me to do something besides work. A big thank you to everyone still reading this one.





“Hey boys” John greeted standing up and taking a step towards his two sons.

“D-Dad” Sam stammered. “Wh-what are you d-doing…”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?!” Dean bellowed as he swiftly put himself between his little brother and father and positioned himself in a fighting stance. “What, sending us here wasn’t enough for you, old man? You decide to come see the fireworks for yourself?”

Anger swept over John’s face as the accusations flew from his eldest’s mouth. Taking another step towards his sons he growled out, “Dean! That’s enough! How dare you talk…”

“How dare I?” Dean repeated incredulously. “How dare you, dad! It’s bad enough you sent us here after everything Mrs. Pool did to Sammy! But then you have the nerve to show up in our room and pretend nothing’s wrong; like we’re one big happy family! What the f***’s wrong with you?”

“Guys? Guys, come on. Let’s just take a step back and calm down.” Sam softly said as he stood to the side between the two furious Winchesters. Getting no response he tried again. “Guys, please?” Watching as his father and brother squared off against each other both still tossing hate filled barbs back and forth Sam snapped. Throwing his hands over his ears he yelled, “Stop it! Stop it!”

Dean spun around in surprise at his brother’s shouts. Seeing Sam’s distress he hurried over to his side. Taking the younger man’s elbow the big brother gently guided Sammy over to the nearest bed and sat him down. He then reached up, took hold of the boy’s wrists and lowered his hands to his lap. “Calm down kiddo” Dean whispered rubbing Sam’s back. “Come on breathe with me, in…out…in…out. That’s it buddy, just slow it down.”

“S-s-sor-sorry” Sam rasped out after a couple of minutes.

“Nothing to be sorry for” Dean assured his brother as he glared up at their dad.

“Dean’s right, Sammy. I shouldn’t have just showed up at of the blue. I’m sorry, son.” John apologized smirking at the shocked expression on both boys’ faces.

“Huh?” Sam said rubbing his ear. “Uhh, Dean, am I losing my hearing or did dad really just apologize?”

“I think he did.” Dean replied. Struggling to keep a serious expression on his face he asked, “So what do you think? He possessed or a shifter?”

Sam studied John for a moment before answering. “Nah, it’s definitely dad.” He declared with a mischievous grin. “He’s got that whole constipated look on his face that he always has when he has to do something he really doesn’t like. You know like that time at Jim’s when that church lady…”

“Sam!” John shouted turning beet red. “I told you never to bring that up!”

“Yep, you’re right. That’s definitely dad.” Dean snickered glad to see his little brother relaxing once more. “Shifters and demons wouldn’t turn that lovely shade of red at the mention of that story.”

“True” Sam agreed giggling at his dad’s squirming.

“You two finished?” John asked with a sigh.

“I don’t know” Dean replied. “What do you think, Sammy? Should we let the old guy off the hook?”

“Yeah, I think I’m done…for now.” Sam said.

“Thanks, I think” John stated eyeing his son’s innocent smile warily. “What about you, Dean?”

“Yeah, okay, I’ll give it a rest.” Dean agreed with a shrug. “Just one question though; why did you send us here when you knew Mrs. Pool was behind the disappearances?”

“Dean” Sam warned even as he glanced up curiously at their dad.

“No, it’s okay Sammy.” John assured before turning and looking his eldest son in the eyes. “I didn’t know it was her, Dean. If I had known this was the town she took Sammy to, I’d never have sent the coordinates to you.”

“How could you not remember that?” Dean growled wincing when he felt his brother tense at the anger in his voice.

“Dean, I had just gotten out of the hospital, remember? There’s not much I can recall about that time.” John reminded his son. “With the meds Bobby and Jim kept shoving on me I’m surprised I remember anything at all.”

“So, you didn’t send me here to see if I, if I…” Sam stammered dropping his gaze to the floor.

Leaning down John grasped his youngest’s chin and gently pulled it up until Sam looked up at him. “No, Sammy. I would never do something like that to you.” He firmly declared. “No matter what’s happened between us in the past, you’re still my son and I love you.” The shocked expression on his baby’s face at his words nearly broke John’s heart. He’d always assumed that his boys knew he loved them. He opened his mouth to reassure both boys only to have it snap shut as Sam suddenly engulfed him in a warm embrace. Smiling he wrapped his arms around his boy and held on tight.

[cindy123]

Awww, that was so sweet. Sam and John embracing. Dean standing between his father and brother, protecting Sam from John. Loved it! Can't wait for more.

Cindy

[maxandkiz]

cindy123- Thank you! Couldn't resist having Sam and John hug before it hits the fan.


Chapter 5



Dean stood quietly by the bed happily watching as his dad and little brother finally fixed things between them. He waited patiently for the two men to break the hug but when several minutes passed and neither man had moved yet, the older brother decided he needed to do something before the situation got any more uncomfortable than it already was. Loudly clearing his throat Dean called out, “You girls about finished or are you planning to braid each other’s hair and play “Pretty, Pretty, Princess”?”

John glanced over at his older son who was clearly becoming more and more uncomfortable about the ‘chick flick’ moment going on. “Let’s see if I can do something about that.” John thought as he turned back to his youngest. “Hey, Sammy, I think your brother’s feeling left out.” he stated with a wink.

A mischievous grin lit up Sam’s face as his dad’s idea hit him. “I think you’re right.” Sam agreed standing up. “And you know what that means; its group hug time!”

A wide eyed Dean quickly stepped back as his father and brother advanced on him arms out. “Not funny guys” he said backing into the wall. “Come on! Quit horsing around! We’ve got a hunt to take care of!” He hollered scooting along the wall toward the door. Dean was so focused on escaping that he almost missed John’s barked, “Get him!” Jumping to the side to avoid John’s long reach the young hunter found himself entangled in his brother’s freakishly long limbs. Dean thrashed around trying to break free of the tight hold only for that hold to tighten as his dad grabbed him from behind. Stuck between two hugging family members Dean did the only thing he could; he quit fighting. He stood still through the seemingly never ending hug fest waiting for his father and brother to decide they’d had enough. Once the hug was finally broken, Dean swiftly walked over to the table and took a seat. “Can’t believe you two did that” he grumbled.

“Oh come on Dean, it wasn’t that bad.” John chuckled as he sat down across from his eldest.

“Right and that lady at Pastor Jim’s church wasn’t that bad either.” Dean shot back grinning.

“Moving on” John replied shuddering at the mention thought of that woman.

“Good, now that we’re done, can we please get back to the case?” Dean asked.

John nodded in agreement. “I want you two to pack up and leave. I’ll handle this one.” He ordered in a no nonsense tone of voice.

“No, not happening” Sam adamantly stated shaking his head. “I’m staying.”

“Sammy” John softly said, “You shouldn’t be here. You’re too close to this one.”

“And you’re not” Sam snapped back.

“Samuel Winchester, don’t you argue with me!” John scolded standing and walking over to his youngest. “You and Dean are leaving! End of story!”

“No I’m not!” Sam yelled back. “I’m not a little kid anymore dad! I think I can decide what I can and cannot handle! I don’t need you and Dean to hold my hand anymore!”

Dean shook his head as he watched his family go at it. He couldn’t believe the two men who had just been hugging moments ago were now at each others’ throats. Sighing, he stood and made his way over to the two and took up his usual spot right between the two warring Winchesters. “Alright guys that’s enough!” he hollered holding up both hands. “Sam, you know dad’s not implying anything. He’s just trying to look out for you. And dad, if you’d bothered to ask us instead of your usual orders you would have found out that Sam and I already decided to leave in the morning after Bobby gets here.”

“Cut the attitude Dean” John barked. “You boys are my children and you will do as you’re told.

“What?!” Sam shouted starting to rise from his spot on the bed by the door.

“I got it Sammy” Dean growled motioning for his little brother to sit back down.

Sam fisted the sheets as he watched his father and brother argue over him and the stupid hunt. He tried to voice his own opinion several times only to be cut off by Dean or John. Frustrated the young man stood and made his way to the door. Shaking his head when his family didn’t even notice the move Sam opened the door and walked out of the room. Dropping his gaze to the ground the youngest Winchester quickly headed away from the room and his arguing father and brother. Reaching the edge of the highway he turned and started walking wanting to put as much distance between himself and his family as he could for a while. “Can’t believe they keep shutting me out!” Sam grumbled as he aimlessly walked beside the road paying no attention to the cars flying by. “I’m the one Mrs., Mrs., she took! I should be the one to fix things. I couldn’t do anything back then but I’m more than able to handle her now. But no, the almighty John Winchester isn’t going to give me a chance. He thinks I’m some weak little kid that still needs protecting and Dean’s just as bad. But I’ll show them. I take care of Mrs. P-P-Pool.”

Back at the hotel

“Look dad, all I’m saying is that you’ve gotta go easy on the kid” Dean suggested. “This case has really thrown him for a loop; its brought back a lot of bad memories for him. You know Sammy can’t even say Mrs. Pool’s name with stuttering.”

“Which is why he doesn’t need to be here, Dean” John broke in.

“I agree” Dean replied with a nod. “But it has to be on Sam’s terms. If we force him to leave, it’ll just make things worse and I don’t think…” Dean drifted off at the sound of someone pounding on the door. Reaching behind him he swiftly pulled out his Glock and walked slowly to the door. Gazing through the peep hole he shook his head and lowered his weapon. “Hey Bobby” he greeted as he opened the door. “We weren’t expecting you till tomorrow.”

“Hopped a plane right after you called. Didn’t want you two chuckleheads to have to stay here any longer than necessary.” Bobby explained throwing his duffle to the floor and taking the holy water flask from John. Taking a large swallow he handed the silver flask back. “We good?”

“Yep” John answered returning to the table. “Now that you’re here Dean and Sam can hit the road.”

“Where is Sam?” Bobby asked glancing around.

Stunned Dean hurried to the bathroom. “Sammy!” he called peering through the open door. Not seeing his giant of a brother the young man raced to the door. Throwing it open he scanned the parking lot and vending machine area for any sign of his little brother. But except for an old drunk passed out next to the machines there was no one.

On the road

Sam gazed up at the rising moon and sighed. He guessed it was time to start making his way back to the motel now. His dad and Dean would have a cow if they knew he was out here on his own. Turning the young man started walking back to the motel only to stop as a faint noise caught his attention. Standing perfectly still he turned towards the woods and waited listening intently. A whispered ‘Joey’ had the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Nervously glancing around Sam suddenly realized where his travel had taken him; he was standing on the strip of highway all the boys had disappeared from. Panicking the youngest Winchester backed away his breathing speeding up as the voice called again closer this time. Jumping as AC/DC suddenly blasted through the air Sam stopped and rolled his eyes at his fright. Snatching his cell phone out of his pocket he glanced at the screen smiling at his brother’s name. Relief flooded through Sam knowing Dean was on the other end of the line; he’d be safe now. Lifting the phone to his ear the young man opened his mouth to speak. He never got the chance. A cold breath on the back of his neck was Sam’s only warning. Before he could move something thick and heavy slammed against the back of his head and he knew no more.

[cindy123]

Well, crap! Now Mrs. Pool's got Sam. This is not good, not good at all! Dean and John are going to do more than have a cow, that's for sure. At least Bobby is there to help them find the kid. Great update hon, hope to have another real soon! Hint..hint..hint...

Cindy

[magicalmarina]

Awesome sequel so far. Can't wait to read more!

[FireDancr2]

Doh! Sammy what're ya thinking dude? Going off by yourself and not even paying attention to where you are going is so not good. Now you're really in a bad spot.

*peeking out from between my fingers*
But maybe now he's got her just where he wants her. Yeah that's it. This was all part of Sam's plan, right?

Dean, John and Bobby are going to have a fit. They'd better get a move on 'cause Sam's going to need them to find him in a hurry.

Great update. Can't wait to read more. Update again soon please.

Beth