Fighter | Supernatural [1]

Chapter Thirty-Two

        The next morning, Dean awoke to the sound of sirens, groaning slightly as he looked around. Jo was sat at the table, flipping her knife in her hand as she looked at the notes they had whilst Callum sat across from her, eating a bowl of cereal and talking.

"So, Harry and Hermione had to go back in time to save Buckbeak, Sirius and Harry himself!" Callum explained before taking a spoonful of what looked to be Lucky Charms and eating it.

"Sounds cool!" Jo smiled at him. "I'll need to read it soon."

"Yeah!" Callum nodded eagerly. "It's the best!"

Jo glanced over at Dean, smirking slightly before saying, "Morning, princess."

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked, Callum turning to look at him.

"Went to get coffee." Jo responded.

"And a hot chocolate for me!" Callum added, a huge grin on his face.

Dean smiled at the boy before slowly getting up, groaning slightly due to the awkward position he'd been lying in on the couch.

"Ugh, my back...." He groaned. "How'd you sleep on that big soft bed?"

"I didn't." Jo replied as Dean walked over to the table. "Callum did, though. I've just been going over everything."

He looked at Jo for a moment before taking Callum's spoon, taking a spoonful from the bowl and eating it, sticking his tongue out at the boy before kissing him on the forehead.

Callum took the spoon back, continuing to eat whilst Dean lifted his bag onto the table, pulling a knife from it and handing it to Jo.

"Here." He said.

"What's this for?" Jo questioned.

"Work a hell of a lot better than that little pig-sticker you're twirling around." Dean nodded towards the knife she was holding. She took the knife, handing him the one she'd been holding.

Engraved in the blade were the letters 'W.A.H.'.

"William Anthony Harvelle." She told him as he seemed to understand.

"I'm sorry." Dean told her, handing the knife back and taking his. "My mistake."

There was a moment of silence before Jo looked up at him.

"What do you.. what do you remember about your dad?" She asked. "I mean, what's the first thing that pops into your head?" Dean thought for a moment, smiling slightly before shaking his head. "Come on, tell me."

Dean sat down next to Callum, brushing a hand through the young boys hair as he spoke, "I was just a little older than Cal, and uh, he took me shooting for the first time. You know, bottles on a fence, that kind of thing. I bulls-eyed every one of 'em. He gave me this smile, like... I don't know."

"He must have been proud." Jo told him.

"He was." He nodded slightly, looking at Callum who was still happily eating his cereal as Dean's hand brushed through his hair. "What about your dad?"

"I was still in pigtails when my dad died, but I remember him coming home from a hunt." She explained. "He'd burst through that door like, like Steve McQueen or something. And he'd sweep me up in his arms, and I'd breathe in that old leather jacket of his. And my mom, who was sour and pissed from the minute he left, she started smiling again. And we were... we were a family. You wanna know why I want to do the job? For him. It's my way of being close to him. Now tell me what's wrong with that."

"Nothing." Dean told her.

"I don't remember anything about Mommy." Callum said, looking up from his now empty bowl to look at Dean. "Is that bad?"

"Well, she died when you were born, so you won't really remember her." Dean told him. "It's not your fault."

Callum nodded slightly before speaking again, "Was she a hunter, too? Like Uncle Sebastian and Auntie Natasha?"

"Yeah, she was. But she quit when she found out she was pregnant with you." Dean explained, Jo sitting there and listening. "I was actually on a hunt when Sebastian called me telling me she was in labour. Didn't think I was gonna make it in time. I was with her until the power went out and I was asked to leave." He frowned slightly. "That was the last time I saw her."

The last part slipped out before he could stop himself, but he didn't say anything.

Callum wrapped his arms around Dean the best he could, the man chuckling slightly as he hugged the small boy back. No matter how much he missed Morgan, he'd never give Callum up to bring her back. He loved him way to much.

But just as everything seemed to settle, the door burst open and Sam walked in.

"Where's the coffee?" Dean asked, noting that his brother had nothing in his hands.

"There are cops outside." Sam said. "Another girl disappeared."

        Callum, still sat at the table, watched as Sam and Jo looked through all of the notes, files and newspaper articles they had, trying to figure out what they were after.

They'd been at this for about an hour, Dean having gone out to investigate the new disappearance.

And then the door opened, Dean stepping in.

"Teresa Ellis, Apartment two F." Dean told them. "Boyfriend reported her missing around dawn."

"And her apartment?" Jo asked as Dean walked over.

"Cracks all over the plaster, walls, ceiling." Dean explained. "There was ectoplasm, too."

Callum stood up, walking over to the group as Sam spoke, "Well, between that and that tuft of hair, I'd say this sucker's coming from the walls."

"But who is it?" Dean asked. "Building's history is totally clean."

"What if was buried here?" Callum suggested, causing everyone to turn to him. "Like.... under the building."

"Good idea, Cal, but when they were building the place, they'd have definitely found it." Sam told the boy, causing him to frown slightly. "It was a good suggestion, though!" The man assured him. "Especially for your age."

Callum looked up, smiling at his uncle as Jo picked up a photograph.

"Maybe we're looking in the wrong place." Jo said.

"What do you mean?" Dean questioned.

"Check this out." Jo said, showing them the photo. An empty field, buildings surrounding it.

"An empty field?" Sam said, trying to understand.

"It's where this building was built." Jo explained. "Take a look at the one next door. The windows."

"Bars." Sam noted.

"We're next door to a prison?" Dean asked.

"Awesome!" Callum exclaimed, causing the adults to turn to him, Dean smiling softly at the young boy. He was just glad to see the young boy happy.