Dawson's Daughter | {BOOK 1}

26|Car Crash

"I wanna know why," Sam called over. "Why'd you do it?"

The demon looked over at him, smirking.

"You mean why did I kill Mommy and pretty, little Jess?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

The demon turned back to me and Dean.

"You know, I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him. Been shopping for rings and everything."

He got up next to Sam.

"You wanna know why? Because they got in the way."

"In the way of what?"

"My plans for you, Sammy. You... and all the children like you. Oh, Ellie, dear, I wouldn't bother listening to that Voice if I were you. It wouldn't end well for your little friends."

I stared at him in shock, and the Voice instantly quieted. Sam and Dean were looking over at me in confusion, but I couldn't say anything.

"Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh?" Dean drew the demon's attention onto him. "Cause I really can't stand all the monologuing."

"Funny," the demon moved in closer to him, "but that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is, they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam- he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, that's still more concern than he's ever shown you. And little Ellie, well, why would she care about you? Some jerk who showed up once or twice a year and then disappeared for a decade?"

"I bet you're really proud of your kids, too, huh?" Dean asked. "Oh wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em."

He smiled down at the demon, who stepped back, putting his head down. When it looked back up, Dean suddenly yelled in pain.

"Dean!" Sam cried.

"No!" I shouted as well.

Dean started bleeding heavily from his chest. On the other wall, Sam struggled to break free. However, I focused on the Colt still sitting on the table, trying to do what the Voice told me I could do.

"Dad!" Dean was yelling. "Dad, don't you let it kill me!"

The demon looked at him again, smiling. Dean was screaming in pain again and Sam was protesting it while I continued to concentrate on what I was doing. Blood flowed out of Dean, running out of his mouth.

"Dad, please," he whispered weakly, passing out.

"Dean!" Sam yelled.

"Stop," the demon, no John, whispered.

Sam and I were both let go, and just as he lunged for the gun, it flew across the room into my waiting hand. He looked at me, stunned as I aimed it straight at John, cocking it. His eyes had turned back to yellow again.

"You kill me, you kill their daddy," the demon taunted.

"I know," I snarled, lowering the gun a little and pulling the trigger.

The bullet hit him in the leg, a small electric storm flashing where it hit. He immediately dropped to floor along with Dean. I dropped the gun, heading over to kneel next to the elder Winchester brother.

"Dean? Dean, hey. Oh, God, you've lost a lot of blood," I muttered.

"Where's my dad?" he asked me.

"He's right here. Sam's with him."

I glanced over to see Sam had picked up the gun and was pointing it at John's chest with tears streaming down his face. John was screaming at him to shoot him and kill the demon once and for all.

"Sam, don't you do it," Dean told him. "Don't you do it."

"You've gotta hurry!" John urged. "I can't hold on much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me! Son, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!"

"Sam, no," Dean groaned and I shushed him.

"You do this! Sammy!! Sam..."

The demon suddenly left John's body through his mouth in a thick cloud of smoke like what happened with Meg, disappearing into the floorboards. Sam lowered the gun as John looked at him accusingly and Dean dropped his head back against my lap.

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Sam was driving the Impala with John in the passenger seat and Dean and I in the back. Dean was laying with his head in my lap, and I was carding my fingers through his hair. John groaned in pain, but Dean was quiet, too weak from the blood loss to do or say anything.

"Look, just hold on, all right?" Sam addressed his dad. "The hospital's only ten minutes away."

"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first- before me, before everything."

Sam glanced back at Dean and I in the rearview mirror.

"No, sir. Not before everything. Look, we still got the Colt. We still have one bullet left. We just have to start over, all right? I mean, we already found the demon..."

Sam was cut off as an eighteen-wheeler slammed into the passenger side of the Impala, driving it sideways in front of it. And then everything went black.