Lullaby • S.W

XI

"So this is it," The old man started staring down the two brothers, " This is everything I know." He continued as he flipped through the beginnings of his findings. " Look, our whole lives we've been looking for this demon, right?.." He paused looking up again at his boys. "Not a trace, just..." He paused. "Nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail." 

" That's when you took off." Dean said with an ounce of annoyance covering his features. 

" Yeah. That's right." He confirmed. " The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation." He added glancing up at it Sam and Dean.

The three of them seemed to talk on and on for what felt like hours as we were cramped up in the small panelled dark room with old paper articles covering the entire room, making the room feel even more cramped and claustrophobic than what it was.

Sitting on the edge of the bed bouncing slightly, every spring squeaked within the cheap mattress. My eyes scanned each and every article John had pinned to the rental room, the information must go back years from the way the papers were discoloured.
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"Does she really have to be here?" The old man grumbled, rustling through more papers. Before Dean seconded his fathers opinion.

"She saved our asses, dude." Sam intervened, watching his father

Dean seconding his fathers opinion, before Sam muttering something under his breath.

"You know my brain can be quite handy." I said from the bed.

"We don't need brains." John spat, before going back to barking his demands at his two sons.

Rolling my eyes, I flung myself back into the squeaky thin mattresses before curling up in the center of the bed. As the boys continued with their bickering on how things were meant to go down and should go down I found myself zoning in and out of their conversation.

We'd been on the road for weeks and I had every plan on heading back to Stanford, but needed to know that Tweetle Dee and Dumb we're okay before leaving. That's how we all ended up in Manning after a wild goose chase to find, John Winchester.

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After hours in the back of the impala, Dean was slowly pulling off to the side of the road in behind where his father had stopped. Panic written all over his face as he held his phone to his ear. I watched as Johns attention slowly turned from the conversation he was having to his two boys exiting the car.

"Now we act like every second counts." John said looking down on his boys, watching my every movement. "There's two hospitals and a health center in this county." He added looking towards his older son.

"We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week." He finished, not even paying attention to the demanding tone in his voice.

"Dad that could be dozens of kids." Sam spoke up, all eyes darting to him. "How do we know which one's the right one?"

"We check em all that's how. Have you got any better ideas?" He frowned at his youngest child.

"No sir."

John only nodded his dismissal as he turned back to his car as Sam and I headed back to the car in silence as John as Dean stood chatting quietly between themselves. I watched as Dean hung off babys' door calling out to his father. The once harden face was completely broken and now sharing his despair, hurt and anger, before hardening again.

"This ends, now. "