Fighter | Supernatural [1]

Chapter Twenty-Nine

        Dean stuck close behind the van, Callum in the back keeping an eye on the van. The six year old wanted to help, and he knew that he'd be helping by watching the van.

The van eventually came to a stop, Andy hopping out and walking straight towards the Impala.

"Cal, take your seatbelt off and hide below the seats." Dean told the boy, who did so quickly, his dagger in hand.

"Hey!" Andy said to Dean, who had his window rolled down.

"H-hey." Dean replied, slightly confused.

"This is a cherry ride." Andy told him.

"Yeah, thanks." Dean said.

"Man, the sixty-seven? Impala's best year if you ask me." Andy stated. "This is a serious classic."

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "You know, I just rebuilt her, too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, can't let a car like this one go."

"Damn straight. Hey. Can I have it?" Andy asked.

Callum knew what his father's response would be instantly. He'd never give away the Impala. It was just as important to Dean as Callum was.

"Sure, man." Dean said, Callum's eyes widening as Dean climbed out of the car.

"Sweet." Andy grinned, climbing into the driver's seat. Callum hoped that Dean would say something about him in order to get him out.

"Hop right in there." Dean said. "There ya go."

"Take it easy." Andy told Dean.

"All right." The Winchester responded before Andy drove off, Callum trembling ever so slightly.

        Andy only noticed Callum being there when he heard quiet sniffling from the back of the car. So, he pulled over at the side of the road to take a look.

"Oh, damn!" Andy exclaimed at the sight of the tiny boy who was trembling as he tried his best not to cry. "Can you get up onto the seats so I can try to help?"

The boy hesitantly did so, making sure to leave his dagger on the floor to not scare the man into hurting him.

"Can you tell me your name?" The man asked softly. Callum responded to the question by bringing his knees up to his head, trying his best to hide himself. "Well, I'm Andy. You don't need to be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Promise?" The boy asked quietly.

"Promise." Andy smiled. "So, what's your name?"

"Callum." He responded, wiping his tears away with his hand. "Where's my Dad?"

"I... don't know." Andy admitted.

        Dean stood next to Andy's van, pacing as he held his phone to his ear, hoping Sam would pick up, which gladly he did. And he already seemed to know why Dean was calling.

"Dean, Andy's got the Impala!" Sam said.

"I know!" Dean replied. "He just sorta asked me for it, and I let him take it."

"You what?!" Sam questioned.

"He full-on Obi-Wan'd me." Dean replied. "It's mind control, man! And he's got Callum! What if he hurts him?!"