Son of a Winchester

Chapter 4

Grant's Point Of View

After diner, I shut myself in the room for the rest of the day wondering about where I am. It has to be a dream. I was being chased by some guy. I looked over at my closet and saw the same two kids, around my age, hanging by their hands in my closet. I shut the door and fell to the ground.

I'm going crazy. I'm absolutely insane. I slowly got up, and walked to the door. Opening it again. It was empty, the only thing in it was clothes. "I'm freaking insane." I sigh, falling to the floor and putting my head in my hands. This isn't real.

⚠️ Caution ⚠️

I look at the knife that I found on the dresser while changing. If it's a dream... then I will wake up..

If it's not a dream.. I'm free anyways.

I grabbed the knife and looked around the room. I don't want to leave but if this isn't real I don't want to be fooled anymore. The room door opened, dad and mom were standing there with worried eyes as I held the silver blade to my stomach.

"Grant! Baby no! Why would you.." mom said.

"Grant, son, think about what you're doing here." Dad said.

"Grant. Babe, please stay with us. You're happy here." Lylah came in the room. I looked around at all of them and sighed.

"Don't do it please." Dad said inching closer to me.

"Stop. Don't come any closer! This is a dream, I'll wake up." I told them.

"Son, this isn't a dream. It's us, your family. Your mom and dad. We love you so much." Mom turned to face das and cried.

"It's a dream.. I'll wake up." I repeated over and over again as I got up the courage to do what has to be done. "I would stay, I really want to but I need to snap back to reality. I live with nine other kids in a four bedroom house because my parents didn't want me when I was born. I was left, a new born struggling to live, in a bathroom. A stranger found me and took me to the police. This is not my home. It's to good." I said, plunging the knife into my stomach. It hurt. I fell to the group and I began to feel pain.. this pain wasn't in my stomach, it's in my wrists, arm, and leg. I slowly opened my eyes to look around the old beat up house I am in.

I noticed the two kids from my dream. They are pale and basically already almost dead. I looked up at my wrists. I'm tied up how they are. My feel barely touching the ground, my wrists bound above me, I feel weak. I look beside me and see a blood bag. Export not import. My blood is being taken.

"Help!" I tried to yell but my throat is dry. A man turned the corner, tattoos covering every inch of this mans body. His hand lit up with blue magic as he touched my cheek, I tried to get away but it didn't work. I felt sleepier.

"You won't stay in the pleasant world so let's change it up a bit, go for memory." I struggled to keep my eyes open until I lost and saw darkness.

I opened my eyes and saw that I was laying on a messed up mattress on the floor, the paint from the walls of the room is peeling, the wooden floor is rotten, and the room doesn't have much in it. I got up, hearing the yelling of my old foster dad, Phill. He is yelling my name. "Grant! Get your ass in here!" He yelled.

I shot up, the fear overcoming me as I ran to his side. "Make me a sandwich." He said, I nod and walk into the kitchen, making him a ham and cheese sandwich. I walked over and handed it to him. He took a bite and spat it out on me. "You put mustard on this. I hate mustard. No good piece of crap. Can't even make a sandwich right." He was smoking a cigarette, so he grabbed it from the ash tray and grabbed my arm, I tried to pull away but he was stronger than me. He put the cigarette out on my arm and then pushed me down to the ground as he stood up and walked into the kitchen.

I sat there for a moment. Looking at the burnt place on my arm. This isn't the first time he done it, won't be the last..

"Go back to your room you useless mutt." Phill said and I nod, leaving my head down as I got up and walked to my room. I don't want to.. I don't want to be here. I want to go anywhere but here.

Dean's Point Of View.

"Cas told us about this gig a month ago. Three local kids went missing, seems like he really wants this case done." I told him. "It could be just kidnappings."

"Cas really seems worried. Emotional attachment." Sam said, I nod.

The door to the motel room opened, Cas walked inside with a purpose. "Anything?" He asked.

"No. Are you sure it's not a just a kidnapping?" Sam asked Cas. He shook his head.

"Listen. I just need you to find these kids and bring them home safe key witness says he saw a man with tattoos chase the last kid and a blue light coming from its hand. Sounds like a Djinn to me. Find these kids." Cas said angrily as he walked off.

"I guess we look at abandoned buildings." I say, grabbing my coat and walking out the room, Sam grabbing his laptop as we hop in the car. "Got silver?"

"Back. Silver bullets." Sam nodded. "What kind of emotional attachment do you think Cas has towards one of those kids?" I asked Sam.

"I'm not sure. I think it was the last one Grant, he contacted us right after he found out about that kids disappearance, even if it is just a normally person kidnapping kids I guess we should check it out." I told him. "It seems to really mean a lot to Cas, he's family, we should see what we can do."

"Yea." Sam nodded.

We headed towards the location Cas gave us and didn't stop till we got there.