Supernatural Fanfic Pt.2

Chapter 2

-- Three months after you left --

You take a deep breath and look through the scope on your sniper rifle again.  Bobby was supposed to be leading the werewolf you had been hunting since the last full moon, to this abandoned storage yard.  You were perched on the roof of what used to be the office, your night-vision scope tinting everything green as you waited impatiently for Bobby to lead the monster to you. The full moon was dimmed by clouds slowly passing across the sky as the hours pass. You're about to call Rufus to find Bobby when a loud bang echoed across the yard, bouncing off the large metal containers.

You suck in another deep breath and peer one more time through your scope.  You slowly swing the gun back and forth, trying to get a wider view until you finally spot Bobby walking across the yard.  You look closer and see that he's limping while looking behind him nervously.  You swing the gun so that you can follow his line of sight and see a shadow flit across one of the containers.  You quickly flick the safety off and watch carefully for the shadow to reappear.  The rough tiles of the roof dig into your stomach but you force yourself to ignore it as Bobby continues making his way across the yard. The shadow appears behind him again, and you check the moon then aim to forward and to the left. 

Bobby stops and rests his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath as a form rises from the shadows behind him.  You squeeze the trigger once, and then a final time as an angry howl is cut short.  Bobby stands up and holds up the 'ok' sign.  You let out a long breath and then start packing up your gun before heading down to meet Bobby.

-- A hotel in Salvation Iowa --

Dean paces the room and then dials his father's number again.  He continues pacing as the phone seems to endlessly ring.  "You boys really messed up this time."  Dean freezes as Meg's voice comes across the receiver.  Sam looks up with a questioning look, "Where is he?" Dean demands.  Sam stands up and walks over to Dean, "You boys are never going to see your father again." Meg replies quietly.  Before Dean can respond the phone goes dead. Dean snaps the phone shut and hurries across the room, "They've got Dad." he says urgently. "Meg? What'd she say?" Sam asks angrily. "I just told you Sammy! Okay..." Dean looks overwhelmed and rubs a hand down his face, "Okay..." he repeats. He paces back one more time before grabbing the colt off the dresser.  He slips it into his waistband and then snatches his bag.

"What are you doing Dean?" Sam questions. "We got to go." Dean responds tersely.  "Why?!" Sam demands. "Because the demon knows we're in Salvation!  It knows we've got the colt! It's got Dad and it's probably coming for us next!" Dean says with a slightly panicked look. "Good! Let it! We've still got three bullets left." Sam says confidently. Dean gives him a look, "Listen tough guy, we're not ready yet! We don't know how many of them are out there and we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving. Now!"  Sam frowns but grabs his bag and follows Dean out the door. 

Dean shoves everything in the trunk, keeping the colt with him and then speeds out of the parking lot.  He fishtails dangerously around a corner and then speeds out of town. "I'm telling you Dean, we could have taken him!" Sam insists. Dean shakes his head, "What we need is a plan. They're probably keeping Dad alive, we just got to figure out where. They're going to want to trade him for the gun." Dean thinks out loud.  Sam shakes his head and Dean looks over at him, "What?" he finally asks.  Sam sighs, "Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?  Dad... might be-" Sam stops at Dean stricken look, "Don't!" Dean commands.  "I don't want to believe it any more than you, but if he is that's all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the colt.  We can still finish the job."

Dean tightens his grip on the wheel, "Screw the job, Sam!" he cries out.  Sam frowns, "Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want!" Sam replies. Dean looks over at him again in disbelief. "Would you quit talking about him like he's dead already?!" Dean practically begs. "Listen to me! Everything stops until we get him back! You understand me? Everything!" Sam shakes his head again.  "Damn, I wish (YN) were here." he mutters. Dean grips the wheel tighter. I do too, man. he thinks to himself.  "Well she left." he says, forcing the quiver in his voice away.