Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Fey Child ❯ Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

 

Dean moaned as light hit his eyelids, trying to get away from it only to roll into a warm body. He knew instantly that it was Sam and he burrowed into the warm flesh, relaxing as an arm wrapped around him.

 

“You awake boy?” A familiar, gruff voice called and Dean forced his eyes open to see Bobby hovering worriedly over him.

 

“Bobby?” Dean croaked and a bottle of water was held out to him. He shakily reached out and took it, gulping the cool liquid down.

 

“Bout time one of you woke up.” Bobby told him as he took the bottle back and Dean frowned, what had happened? He looked over to see Sam asleep and a bit pale but wrapped around Dena protectively. Dean looked himself over and swallowed as he saw the blood soaking his shirt. He lifted it only to find smooth unbroken skin.

 

“Bobby what happened?” Dean demanded and the hunter sighed.

 

“What's the last thing you remember?” He asked and Dean struggled to sort out what had happened.

 

“I...Sam! The demon took him...a ghost town....Was I stabbed?”

 

“Yeah. You were dying in Sam's arms and you know your brother. He put his hands over the wound and there was this white light. Then you were both out cold. Do you have any idea how heavy you are? Managed to drag you both back to the Impala and floored it out of there. You've both been sleeping for the last two days.” Bobby explained and Dean nodded.

 

“He healed a head injury for me, knocked him out. He's been practising but only on small wounds, nothing like what you're describing.” Dean's stomach decided to make its presence known and Bobby chuckled.

 

“Figured you'd be starving when you woke up. There's food on the table. Now you're up I want to do some checking around, make sure nothing followed us here.”

 

“Sure thing.” Dean struggled to disentangle himself from Sam and then got up slowly. Thankfully there was no pain or anything from where he'd been stabbed. He walked over to the table and smiled as he saw the sandwiches and juice, everything needed to help replace the blood he'd lost. He sat down and started to eat slowly, watching Sam as the Fey slept. He was just so glad they'd all gotten out alive, everything else could wait.

 

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Sam moaned softly, reaching out with a searching hand only to find nothing. Tri-coloured eyes shot open as he sat up, searching wildly only to lock onto Dean, sitting at a table.

 

“Easy Sammy, we're safe.” Dean soothed, seeing Sam's distress as he got up and moved back over to the cot. He sat down and wrapped his arms around Sam who returned the embrace, holding Dean as close as he could.

 

“Thought I'd lost you.” Sam whispered.

 

“I'm not the one that got kidnapped by a demon Sammy. Not going anywhere without you.” Dean assured him, kissing him briefly.

 

“Where are we?”

 

“Not sure. Bobby's having a look around, apparently we slept for two days.” Dean told him and Sam slowly relaxed.

 

“I killed him, I killed Jake.” Sam whispered and Dean tightened his hug.

 

“It's okay; you were just trying to protect me.”

 

“I was so scared I wouldn't see you again.” Sam admitted and then whirled around, shoving Dean behind him protectively as he crouched on the cot, ready to attack, as the door opened. Bobby froze in the doorway at seeing Sam look so wild and ready to attack. The Dean was wrapping his arms around the younger male, whispering in his ear and Sam slowly relaxed, blinking and then staring at Bobby in horror.

“Bobby....I didn't mean to....I wouldn't have...M'sorry.” Sam stuttered and Bobby nodded, coming further into the shack.

 

“It's okay Sam; you've got every reason to be on edge kid.” Bobby forgave him and Sam smiled slightly.

 

“Come on Sammy, you need to eat.” Dean urged and Sam followed him over to the table, taking a sandwich and eating it slowly.

 

“I know it might be hard but we need to know what happened after you were taken Sam.” Bobby said after watching both boys eat several of the sandwiches. Sam nodded and put his glass aside.

 

“I woke up on the ground and was looking around when I found Andy; he'd just woken up there too. We heard banging and went to investigate. We found this girl, Ava, locked in a room and let her out. After that we found Jake and Lily. We'd all been taken from all over America, although Jake was in Afghanistan when he went to sleep. Didn't take long to work out there were demons all over and that we were in Cold Oak. Lily...she tried to leave. We found her strung up on the windmill. Then...the demon came to me. Said I was the final test. He wasn't looking for an army but a general, only one of them was meant to live and then face me in a fight. Ava disappeared, Jake and I split up to look for her. She found Andy first, made a demon kill him and she was going to try the same thing with me but Jake snapped her neck. I tried to tell him we could leave, that Ava had been the one controlling the demons but Azazel had already gotten to him. We fought and you know the rest.”

 

“We need to figure out what the demon will do now that they're all dead.” Bobby pointed out and they nodded.

“Since you're finally awake we should head back to my place, see what information we can find.”

 

“What about the Roadhouse?” Sam asked and the other two looked uncomfortable.

“What?”

 

“It's gone, burnt to the ground. Ash was there, not sure about Ellen.”

 

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“Well, I found something. But I'm not sure what the hell it means.” Bobby said as he stared at the papers scattered over the table. Sam and Dean both looked up from what they were doing, Sam researching and Dean cleaning guns.

“What is it?” Sam asked, moving over to see what Bobby had found.

 

“Demonic omens...like a frickin' tidal wave. Cattle deaths. Lightening storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here. All around here, except for one place...Southern Wyoming.” Bobby pointed to the map.

 

“Wyoming?” Dean asked, arching an eyebrow.

 

“Yeah. That one area's totally clean -- spotless. It's almost as if...”

 

“What?” Sam pushed and Bobby shrugged.

 

“The demons are surrounding it.” He answered.

 

“But you don't know why?” Dean asked sceptically.

 

“No idea.” Bobby admitted and then Sam was looking out the window.

“Sam?”

 

“I think someone's out there.” He said and Bobby and Dean grabbed weapons and headed outside amongst the wrecks. Hearing a noise they nodded and lunged, pinning a figure to a car.

 

“Ellen? Ellen. Oh, God.” Dean muttered as he realised who he was pinning. He released her and they headed inside where Sam smiled at seeing her. She sat down and Bobby filled a shot glass before pushing it towards her.

 

“Bobby, is this really necessary?” She asked.

 

“Just a belt of Holy Water, shouldn't hurt.” He answered sternly and she sighed but downed the liquid.

 

“Whiskey now, if you don't mind.” She said and Sam handed her the requested drink.

 

“Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out?” Dean asked.

 

“I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else.” She scoffed softly.

“But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck.” She downed the whisky and then exhaled sharply.

“Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice. He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky-high. And everybody was dead. I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes.” She told them and Sam frowned.

 

“Sorry, Ellen.” He whispered and she nodded.

 

“A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live. Lucky me.”

 

“Ellen, you mentioned a safe.” Bobby said and she nodded.

 

“A hidden safe we keep in the basement.”

 

“Demons get what was in it?” Bobby pushed and she pulled something from her pocket, unfolding it on the table.

 

“No.” She managed a small smile.

 

“Wyoming. What does that mean?” Dean pointed to the lines. Bobby took a look and then got up to search the books.

 

“I don't believe it.” He finally said, putting a book down on the table.

 

“What? You got something?” Sam asked eagerly and Bobby nodded.

 

“A lot more than that. Each of these X's,” He pointed to the marks on the map, “Is an abandoned frontier church-- all mid 19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt.”

 

“Samuel Colt--the demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?” Dean asked for safety and Bobby grinned.

 

“Yep. And there's more. He built private railway lines,” this time he indicated the lines on the map, “connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this.” He connected the points on the map until they made a star.

 

“Tell me that's not what I think it is.” Dean muttered in awe.

 

“It's a Devil's Trap. A 100-square mile Devil's Trap.” Sam whispered.

 

“That's brilliant. Iron lines demons can't cross.” Dean grinned.

 

“I've never heard of anything that massive.” Ellen stared at the map in shock.

 

“No one has.” Bobby informed them.

 

“And after all these years none of the lines are broken? I mean, it still works?” Dean asked and Sam nodded.

 

“Definitely.” The Fey stated and Dean looked at him.

 

“How do you know?”

 

“All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in.” Sam explained and Dean nodded as he realised Sam was right.

 

“Yeah, well...they're trying.” Bobby pointed out.

 

“Why? What's inside?” Ellen asked, looking at the two boys, something had changed since she'd last seen them.

 

“That's what I've been looking for. And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle.” Dean admitted.

 

“Well what's so important about a cemetery or...what's Colt trying to protect?” Sam thought outloud and Dean frowned.

 

“Well, unless...” He wondered.

 

“Unless what?” Bobby pushed him.

 

“What if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?” Dean asked and they all exchanged worried looks.

 

“Well that's a comforting thought.” Ellen stated.

 

“Yeah, you think?”

 

“Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?” Sam asked.

 

“This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across.” Bobby admitted and Sam swallowed.

 

“No. But I know who could have. That's what he wanted.” Sam whispered.

 

“Sammy?”

 

“The kids.” Sam said and Dean's eyes went wide while Bobby swore.

 

“They're all dead, right?” Dean asked and Sam nodded.

“So we're safe?”

 

“Maybe. We should probably go have a look round, see if we can find what they want and destroy it or at least make it useless.” Bobby said and they nodded.

 

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“I think I got it!” Sam called, staring at the mausoleum with its odd marks and hole in the middle. Dean reached him first and studied it too, nodding in agreement.

 

“So what, blow it up, cover it in cement?” Dean asked and Bobby frowned. He moved closer to study it intently.

 

“Oh no.” He breathed and they tensed, hands going to weapons.

 

“What?” Dean demanded.

 

“It's Devil's Gate, a door to hell itself.” Ellen said, realising what Bobby had seen.

 

“So blow it up...what?”

 

“We need to destroy the markings and make it so whatever key won't fit.” Bobby stated and Sam went to the equipment bag, coming back with crow bars. They set to work defacing the stone and then Dean filled the whole with cement after altering the shape.

 

“Think that'll do it?” He asked and Bobby shrugged.

 

“Hopefully.”

 

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Dean smiled as Sam pulled him down on top of him.

 

“We've been so busy we haven't said a proper hello.” Sam whispered with a wicked looking grin.

 

“Can't have that, can we?” Dean answered, wrapping his arms around Sam and pulling him for a deep kiss. Sam moaned and his hands roamed Dean's clothed body before tugging at Dean' shirt. Dean obliged and they were soon naked.

 

Two rooms away Bobby put his ear plugs in and grumbled about horny Winchester's but he was smiling.

 

TBC....