Little Winchester: Book One (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Salvation

Dad didn't drive us far, we stopped about an hour away in Anning and got a motel room. There wasn't a case, but Dad said he wanted to set up somewhere to do research. So the walls of our room were covered in papers that I didn't understand. Dad was sitting at the table looking at the colt as Sam leaned against the counter and Dean paced. "So this is it. This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we been searching for this demon right? Not a trace, just...nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail," Dad told us, well, Sam and Dean. I just happened to be in the room. "And that's when you took off," Dean realized. Dad nodded, "Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation," Dad concluded. "All right so what's this trail you found?" Dean asked, Dad looked at me and nodded his head towards the bathroom, "Shower," was all he said. That seemed to be the action he gave me whenever he didn't want me in the room hearing something. I slid off of the couch and dragged my duffle to the bathroom, unfortunately Blue had to sit out and listen to the conversation anyway. Poor Blue...

We hit the road after I got out of the shower, I rode with Dad. Blue rode with Sam and Dean because he didn't want to sit between Dad and I. I loved Dad's truck... We'd been driving for a couple hours when his phone rang, "Hello? Caleb? Son of a bitch!" He yelled that last part as he pulled over to the side of the road abruptly. The Impala did the same as Dad got out, "God damn it!" I heard Dad yell as he hit the side of the truck. "What is it?" I heard Dean ask, mainly because Dad didn't close his door. "Son of a bitch," was Dad's reply, it wasn't a very good answer... "What is it!" Dean asked louder, there was a moment of silence, "I just got a call from Caleb..." Dad started, Dean cut him off, "Is he okay?" I heard Dad sigh, "He's fine. Jim Murphy's dead." I hadn't actually met Pastor Jim before, but it was still sad. "Pastor Jim? How?" Sam sounded shocked. "His throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place," Dad answered, that sounded gruesome... "A demon... The Demon?" Dean questioned, "I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close," Dad answered. There was a few seconds of silence as a car drove by, "What do we do?" Dean asked. "Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals and a health centre in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week," Dad answered confidently. "Dad that could be dozens of kids. How do we know which one's the right one?" Sam sounded a bit incredulous. "We check em all that's how. You got any better ideas?" Dad asked, Sam shook his head, "No sir." Dad nodded before he turned around and started heading back, I quickly turn e to the front, "Dad?" I heard Dean call. "Yeah. It's Jim. You know, I can't...This ends, now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes," that was the first time I'd ever heard Dad sound like that. Dad got back in the door, slamming his door closed, it took him a moment before he started the car and drove off.

When we did get into town, Dad stopped at a motel and got a room. The boys unloaded the car while Dad poured salt on the windows and door, "I do not want you to go outside under any circumstances alright?" Dad told me as he put the salt in his duffle, I nodded my head. "It's more dangerous than ever for us okay?" He added as the boys walked in, putting the duffles on a bed. "That all of it?" Dad asked, looking at Dean, who nodded. "Let's get ready to go," Dad said with a nod, that was all it took for the boys to dig into their bags. I picked up one of my books from the table and settled into a chair to read. They were gone half an hour later.

Blue and I read and laid around the motel room until they got back, which was about two in the afternoon. Sam was rubbing his temples at the table, Dean and John were sitting on the bed. Dean had just explained to Dad about Sam's visions. He was angry to say the least, "A vision," Dad's tone was flat. "Yes. I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling," Sam informed slowly, he sounded like he was hurting. "And you think this is going to happen to this woman you met because..." Dad trailed off looking expectant. "Because these things happen exactly the way I see them," Sam explained, I picked my book back up, "It started out as nightmares. Then it started happening while he was awake," Dean took over for Sam, getting up to grab Sam more coffee from the machine. I didn't like the smell of coffee. "Yeah. It's like the closer I get to anything to do with the demon the stronger the visions get," Sam went on. Dad pinched the bridge of his nose, "All right. When were you going to tell me about this?" the agitation was back. I got up and sat on the bed next to him, it seemed to calm him down a bit. Sam and Dean both turned to look at him, "We didn't know what it meant," Dean told him. "All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me," Dad scolded as he sat up straighter, wrapping an arm around me to rub my shoulder. Dean fixed the cup of coffee and handed it to Sam, "Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad I called you from Lawrence all right? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery," Dean raised his voice, Dad sighed, "You're right. Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry." That seemed to take Dean aback, Sam interupted, "Look guys, visions or no visions, fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family's gonna go through the same hell we went through." Dad shook his head confidently, "No they're not. No one is, ever again," his tone sounded just as confident as he glanced down at me. It was at that time that Sam's phone chose to ring, he gave a small groan as he picked it up, "Hello?" his face turned confused, "Who is this?" then he went stiff, "Meg." Who was Meg? I'd never actually seen her... I assumed she was bad due to Dad and Dean both stiffening, "Last time I saw you you fell out of a window," Sam raised his eyebrow, "Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop... My Dad? I don't know where my Dad is," he looked at Dad as he said it. Dad pat me on the back as he got up and slowly made his way to Sam, taking the phone, "This is John... I'm here... Caleb?" That last part got our attention. "You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go," Dad's face hardened, "I don't know what you're talking about," that was shortly before he was yelling Caleb's name over the phone, by the look on Sam and Dean's face, it wasn't good. "I'm gonna kill you, you know that?" Dad's voice was cold, there was silence for almost a minute, "Okay... I said okay, I'll bring you the colt... It's gonna take me about a days drive to get there... That's impossible. I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on the plane," Dad sounded upset at the last part. He sighed as he took the phone away from his ear, looking fustrated. "That demon bitch," I heard him swear, that got Sam's attention, "So you think Meg is a demon?" he asked, Dad tossed the phone aside, "Either that, or she's possessed by one. It doesn't really matter," Dad answered as he turned back to face us. "What do we do?" Dean asked, Dad sighed, "I'm going to Lincoln." Dad was leaving? Again? "What?" Dean sounded as shocked as I was. "It doesn't look lilke we have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die, our friends die," Dad informed grimmly. I faintly remembered the conversation Sam and Dean had about friends before we went on that shapeshifter case. "Dad, the demon is coming tonight. For Monica and her family. That gun is all we got, you can't just hand it over," Sam protested, Dad sent him a look, "Who said anything about handing it over. Look, besides us and a coupla of vampires no ones really seen the gun, no one knows what it looks like." I would never have come up with that, Dad was smart. "So what, you're just going to pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?" Dean snipped. "Antique store," Dad corrected, sending him another look. "You're going to hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference," Dad reasoned, Dean scoffed, "Yeah but for how long? What happens when she figures it out?" Dad sighed, "I just...I just need to buy a few hours, that's all..." it sounded like Dad was trying to assure hisself, which scared me. Dad didn't need assurance, he always knew what to do. "You mean for Dean and me. You want us to stay here, and kill this demon by ourselves?" Sam sounded incredulous, taking a step towards Dad, who shook his head, "No Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home. I want....I want Mary alive. It's just....I just want this to be over." I jumped off the bed and hugged Dad's legs, I heard him give a sigh as he picked me up, causing my arms to move to his neck. "I'll be back Christina, I promise," Dad told me when he felt tears drip onto his neck. "I don't want you to go," was all I could get out. "I know you don't, but I have to," Dad told me, giving me one last squeeze before he put me back on the floor. "Let's go get a gun before shops close," Dad said, looking at Sam and Dean as he did so. Dad gave me one last hug before he walked out the door. Blue hugged me while I cried, promising me that he'd be back.

The boys came back sometime while I was sleeping, without Dad. They'd waken me up in the middle of an argument. Sam had Dean pinned against the wall, "Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this don't you say that." I heard Sam snap, I sat up quickly to look at the two. "Sam look. The four of us...that's all we have...and it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together man...and without you or Dad...." Dean's voice was soft as it trailed off. "Dad..." Sam repeated, letting Dean go as he rubbed his face, walking across the room. Dean didn't move from the wall, I pushed the blanket back and got up, "He should have called by now. Try him again," Sam demanded, Dean sighed as he picked his phone back up and held it to his ear. His face twisted into an angry expression, "Where is he!"