Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

The Brothers Colby, Part Two

Years Ago

"My mom's out there, somewhere," sixteen-year-old Ben Braeden said as he took a slow drag of the joint in his hand. Next to him sat his mute friend Chad, who'd had his tongue bitten off by a vampire when he was a college student. "I'm gonna find her, you'll see."

The two hunters were sitting outside of their bedroom window on the slanted roof of the old farmhouse, watching over the place while the rest of the group were out hunting demons in town.

Ben passed the joint over to Chad, who noticed an SUV driving madly toward the farm. He nudged Ben, who looked out into the distance. "That's Gary's SUV."

The two young men raced downstairs to the front door, and upon opening it, found a badly beaten and bleeding Mike and Mason with their arms around Asher, who was bleeding worse than the others.

*

Jacksonville

Her luxury Sedan having stalled in the small town, the red-headed woman had no choice but to wait for her car to be repaired. She'd hoped the car would be ready to go by sundown, but unfortunately wasn't the case, so she was making the best of it. Once the sun had set, she found herself in a bar, wondering why the men weren't approaching her like they usually did. She was a beautiful woman and was used to being hit on by all kinds of men, and the occasional woman.

Once the sun had set, Rowena immediately started to realize what kind of town she was in, and knew anyone else in her position would be in mortal danger. But Rowena wasn't normal.

Or a mortal.

*

Chad was patching up Mason as Ben walked out of the room that Asher had been taken too. He wasn't a doctor, but he was starting to pick up how to patch hunters up from the others. But poor Asher had really taken a slashing by the werewolf in the alley back in Jacksonville. Mike and Mason fought like hell, but in the end they knew that had to either stand their ground and die or flee and get help. They'd made it to the SUV and drove as fast as they could out of the town, hoping they'd find the old farmhouse that a group of hunters called home.

"He's lost a lot of blood," Ben said. "I tried fixing him up the best I could but--"

"But what?" Mike asked angrily as sat on the couch, nursing his own wounds.

"I'm surprised he survived the trip here," Ben told him. "A hospital probably could have--"

"The hospital's even further away from this farm," Mason said as Chad was sewing up a bad cut. "OW! Watch it, Chad, that's skin, not a torn t-shirt."

"He won't make it through the night," Ben said sadly as he stared down at the ground. "I'm sorry, Mike. There's literally nothing we can do for him now outside of making him comfortable until..."

"He's not dying," Mike said as he stood up. "He's going to be okay. He's survived way too much to die here. He's a strong kid, you'll see."

"Okay," Ben told him. "Okay. I'm going to go into the basement, see if I can dig up any more medical supplies. Maybe there's something stronger to try to hold him together."

Chad finished treating Mason's wounds when he stared over at Mike.

"I'll be fine," Mike told him. "I've had worse done to me. Is Asher at least... awake?"

"No, but that could change," Ben said as he headed to the basement.

Mason, holding his shirt in his hand, headed toward the bedroom. "I'm going to sit with Asher for a while. Let him know that we're here when he opens his eyes."