The Youngest Winchester 》Supernatural

8

~ Dillon's Point of View ~

I open my eyes to everything being fuzzy and a pain in my temple. Son. . .of. . .a. . .bitch!

"Dean Winchester!" I yell angrily, feeling my gittery effects coming on. How long have I been out? To think about it, I didn't get a lot of blood since Cas was there. He's the reason I stopped.

I look up to see John sitting across from me as my wrists were tied down to the chair arms and my feet tied to the legs. Where's my brothers? This is where I began freaking out because I didn't know what was happening or where my brothers are or my angel. What the hell?

"What the hell is going on, John?"

"Still calling me that?"

"I'm not a Winchester, remember? Winchester's stick together and I left. Your words, John. Now, where's my brothers? What the hell is going on?"

"I did some digging when your brothers left on a case and I knew they were looking for you. Talked to some demons here and there," he got up from his perch in the chair, walking over to the table that had some things covered by a cloth. "You and Sam aren't normal, Dillon, are you?"

I knit my brows not piecing everything together until I remember he said something about talking to demons. Shit. I played it cool.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?" he raises a brow and uncovers what was beneath the cloth. It was a jar. A jar of blood. "Tell me, does this jar set you off?"

I kept myself from trying to jump from the chair to grab it. I took some deep breaths to keep myself calm to not go running for it. I struggled shaking my head but then he went to open it. For once in a month I was scared of this stuff simply because it's John Winchester and he knows how to torture creatures with things like this and right now. . .he was treating me like a supernatural being.

"Let's get started. Talk to me and I won't do anything to you."

"No." I growl, feeling my face contort to anger.

Then he began.

~ Dean's Point of View ~

"He said he just wanted to talk to her. That he said that's all he's gonna do," I was seated on the hood of the Impala. The motel is suspiciously empty and quiet which was weird. Sam was leaning against the side of the Impala as Cas was leaning against the pole outside the motel room.

We all heard a high pitched scream, "DEAN!"

"Dil?" I look at the door to our motel room that our father and my baby sister was in. She screamed again making me run to the door and try to open it. "Dillon!"

"Stop! Stop!" she screamed and sounded on the verge of sobbing only making me try to break down the door.

"What the hell is he doing, Dean?" Sam runs over and tries to help me break the door.

"I don't know, Sam! Cas, get in there!" I look back at the angel as I felt myself become angry.

"The place is warded, Dean, I can't get in there."

"At least help us, Cas!" Sam then yelled this time. The three of us backed up then went running at the door. When that didn't work but we heard it snap a little we repeated the action. It snapped once more and by our third try we broke down the door and went running towards the wall. I stopped myself and looked over at Dillon.

Her fists were clenched so tight that her knuckles were white and you could see a bit of blood her nails were drawing. I didn't see Dad around so I just ran to Dillon and lifted her face so she could look at me.

"Hey, hey, I'm here now. I'm here."

She finally notices it was me and unclenches her fists slowly as her eyes soften. There was blood on her mouth that looked like it was being forced and she was spitting it out. I untie her wrists softly, seeing the rope burn she placed on herself. I didn't want to hurt her anymore than what she was hurt.

"Are you okay? What'd he do?"

"He - DEAN!" she screams with wide eyes and I turn my head too late only to be punched in the face. I fall to the side with a loud thud.

~ Sam's Point of View ~

"Dean!" I watch him fall to the ground and then I look up to my father who was breathing heavily. He looks to Dillon as if he couldn't even see Cas or me. I look to Cas with a curious look making him return the same look. "Dad, hey, dad," I begin to slowly walk toward him with cautious. I had to help my sister.

"Don't come near me, Sammy."

"Dad, just be cautious of what you are doing.  This is your daughter so just calm. . ."

He held up his hand as if that would stop me but it wasn't going to. I had to help Dillon because Dean would want me too. And of course because she's my twin sister and I'm not gonna leave her here to just be tortured by our father because he thinks she's a supernatural being. So I have to do something but I'm not sure what exactly. What would Dean do?  Well, he's a good little soldier. He wouldn't do much.

But then again if it's for me or Dillon he goes against the rules because we make him vulnerable. We're his weakness so we come first. He would try to put himself in Dillon's shoes but fight off Dad. She can't bring herself to do that.

"Dad, I'm going to have to ask you to get away from, Dillon," I found this new form of confidence towards my father. I stood up to him when I left Dillon, him and Dean.

"Why are you still here, Sam? Honestly, the way they treat you? You're still here with your brother and sister. I would've left already."

"I've left many times, Dad. Step away from her," I step closer to him, ready to fight. He scoffs before going to try and cut her making me knock him away from her before getting in front of the blade before it could touch her. I hold my side as a wince escapes and I see black smoke feeling the room.

It literally took up the whole entire room. There wasn't a single free spot in the room to see.

"Dean! Dill! Cas!"

"Sam!" I heard Cas shout.

"Dill! Dean!" I shout becoming rather worried that I couldn't hear my brother or sister. What could've happened?

"Dean! Dillon!" I heard Cas shout. I heard a manly thay immediately got cut quiet before hearing something thay truly scared me deep down but I wouldn't show it.

"Oh, Sammy."

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hm, what could've happened?😏