𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣

Scarecrow part 1

"Hey, pickle."

"Gwanpa?"

"Yeah, it's me. Is your daddy around?" John asked her.

"He's asweep, but we been wooking everywhere for you! Where you been?" Alison told him.

"I can't say, pickle."

"Why not?"

Sam immediately sat up.

"Alison, who are you talking to?" He asked her.

"Gwanpa." She simply answered.

Sams eyes widened.

"Give me the phone."

"Sammy wants to talk to you." Alison handed Sam the phone.

"Dad?" Sam asked. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine."

"We've been looking for you everywhere. We didn't know where you were, if you were okay."

"Sammy, I'm all right. What about you, dean, and Ali?"

"Well, we're fine. Dad, where are you?" Sam asked.

Dean sat up.

"Sorry, kiddo, I can't tell you that."

"What? Why not?"

"Is that dad?" Dean asked glancing from Sam to Alison.

Ali nodded and hummed.

"Look, I know this is hard for you to understand.  You're just gonna have to trust me on this." John said.

"You're after it, aren't you? The thing that killed mom." Sam said.

"Yeah. It's a demon, Sam."

"A demon? Are you for sure?"

Dean reached past Alison and grabbed his shirt at the bottom of the bed.

"A demon? What's he saying?" He questioned.

"I do. Listen, Sammy, I, uh...I also know what happened to your girlfriend."

Dean pulled his shirt down over his head and down his torso, Alison looked between him and Sam.

"I'm so sorry. I would have done anything to protect you from that."

"You know where it is?" Sam asked his father.

"Yeah, I think I'm finally closing in on it."

"Let us help."

"You can't. You can't be any part of it."

"Why not?"

"Give me the phone." Dean held his hand out.

"Listen, Sammy, thats why I'm calling. You and your brother, you've got to stop looking for me. All right, now I need you to write these names down." John said.

"Names? What names, dad? Talk to me. Tell me what's going on."

"Look, we don't have time for this. This is bigger than you think. They're everywhere. Even us talking right now, it's not safe."

"No. All right? No way." Sam said.

"Give me the phone." Dean demanded.

"I've given you an order. Now, you stop following me, and you do your job. You understand me? Now take down these names."

Dean reached over and took the phone from Sam.

"Dad, it's me. Where are you?" Dean said putting the phone to his ear. "Yes, sir. Uh...yeah, I got a pen."