Blood Ties: The Winchester Legacy

Chapter Nineteen - The Man Who Knew Too Much

    "Harley. Harley!"

I open my eyes and see black.

I tilt my head slightly and I realize I'm laying face-down on the roof of the car.

    "Dean?"

My voice is weak.

    "Harley! Are you okay? Can you move?" Dean's voice is echoing in my ears but I can tell it's coming from behind me.

I look out the smashed window next to me and begin trying to crawl towards it, not caring about the shards of glass that are getting into my hands and arms.

    "Bobby! Come on. We gotta go."

As soon as I begin moving, pain floods my entire body, but I can't stop now.

    If I'm not dead, I'm fine.

The sound of denting metal and crushed glass fill my head.

    It's so loud.

    Too loud.

Finally, I make it out onto the pavement. I don't know how long I was out, but it feels like weeks.

    Everything feels so heavy.

Footsteps are approaching on my left. I realize it's Dean as he squats down next to me.

    "Harley? Hey, come on." He says, gently taking my forearms in his hands and helping me stand up and I see Bobby standing just behind him. "That's it. Just take it easy. Here."

He bends down and slides out our duffle bags from the backseat and takes out a bandage and some gauze before taking my right arm in his hands again before taking out a giant shard of glass that had apparently embedded itself into my forearm. I wince as I finally begin to feel the pain from that too.

    "There we go. Just take it easy." He says, throwing the bloody shard on the ground before bandaging my arm. "We'll get it cleaned up when we get back but that should hold for a minute. Are you alright? Can you walk?" He asks.

    "Yeah. I'm okay." I nod.

    "Are you sure? You can sit this one out if you need to. We won't be upset." He says gently.

    "I'm sure. I can make it."

He nods and hands me my pistol and my angel blade.

    "Alright, here. Just in case we come across any angels. You got nothing to worry about, kid. Stick to the angel blade and treat them like they're demons and you'll be fine." Dean says, seeing my hesitancy. "Oh, and, uh, try to avoid their hand so you don't... ya know."

    "Get my eyes burned out of my freaking skull? Got it. Thanks." I say, putting my gun in my waist band underneath my jacket.

His words do help though.

    Treat them like they're demons, avoid getting smote.

    "Well, It's nice to know that even though you have a major concussion, your frontal lobe is still intact." He chuckles

I smile, even though I'm a little surprised that he knows what the frontal lobe even is.

    "You guys ready?" He asks.

    "As ready as we'll ever be." Bobby replies.

                                 ****

I was slightly worried about having to fight while having a concussion, but oddly enough, all the angels that we saw earlier are gone. The demon's too.

The house is almost completely empty.